Daughter Sexually Attracted To Father Novelas e Histórias

to be punished too, don't you agree? " He murmured after licking her creamy core. Amelia opened her eyes to find him staring at her hungrily with his hair tousled. Her words of protest died in her mouth as she stared at his wet lips. She almost laughed at the sight but remembered she was under his mercy. " Aye aye. Eat my coochie all you want, daddy, " she slurred and smiled dreamily. Ryan's eyes darkened at the word 'daddy' and he growled, " Don't do that, princess, or I may end up ramming myself into you. " His voice was soft but dangerous. Amelia's heartbeat quickened at the thought of him f*cking her roughly. " I would like that though, " she whispered, licking her lips sexily. The song

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit

The air in the room felt colder against my skin. I caught my reflection in the mirror across the room. For a moment, I didn’t recognize the girl staring back at me. She looked strong but tired. A tear slipped down before I could stop it,I wiped it away quickly. This wasn’t my first time. But something about this felt different,maybe it was his age,maybe it was the way he looked at me. He wasn’t desperate, he wasn’t drunk he was calm. He was enough to be my father. That thought made my stomach twist.

Her lips find his, and they kiss with a fiery passion, their tongues dancing together in a heated tango. As they continue to kiss, Ana feels her father's hands roaming down her body, squeezing and caressing her breasts. She moans against his lips as his fingers find her wetness, and he begins to rub her clit. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge as her father teases and pleases her. 'Don't stop, Daddy,' Ana pants as she feels her body tighten. But her father suddenly pulls away, denying her release. 'Not yet, my little daughter,' he says with a playful smirk. 'I have other plans for you.'

He took a seat on the side of her lounge chair and ran his hand up the inside of her leg, all the way to the edge of her bikini where her hand was still on her pussy. Her hand stopped moving when she opened her eyes to discover her naked father standing there, and now Tom slipped his hand under the skimpy bottom and ran his fingers over the girl's syrupy wet slit. Brook pulled her hand away and let her father take over fingering her. With his free hand, he took his daughter by the wrist and guided her hand to his cock. She readily curled her small fist around his solid shaft and started stroking him. "Oh Daddy," she sighed. "I haven't been able to think about anything but you."

“Maybe you wanted to fuck her, to turn your daughter into your personal fuck doll!” “Please don’t stop! I’m so close!” “Admit it! Admit you want to fuck April!” “Please let me cum! I want to cum with your cock in my ass!” “Admit you’re attracted to your daughter!” “OK, I admit it! I loved listening to April get fucked! I want to fuck my daughter! So fuck me like you fuck her!” That was all I needed. I returned to my maximum speed, ramming her from below so fast that my balls actually hurt from the movement.

He took a seat on the side of her lounge chair and ran his hand up the inside of her leg, all the way to the edge of her bikini where her hand was still on her pussy. Her hand stopped moving when she opened her eyes to discover her naked father standing there, and now Tom slipped his hand under the skimpy bottom and ran his fingers over the girl's syrupy wet slit. Brook pulled her hand away and let her father take over fingering her. With his free hand, he took his daughter by the wrist and guided her hand to his cock. She readily curled her small fist around his solid shaft and started stroking him. "Oh Daddy," she sighed. "I haven't been able to think about anything but you."

Ana pursed her lips, revealing a dot on her cheeks, as she chuckled in quiet mockery, “Whose father will skip their daughter's birthday if they dont know they have another daughter outside?” “I–” Ana finally looked at him, dead in the eyes. Those dark with a hint of emerald hue, identical to his own, met his gaze without a flicker, “Can you do it? I won’t bother you with my other birthdays in return.” “I won’t need you to be present anymore.” “Father.” That single word at the end made Lancer chest tighten, feeling some difficulty breathing as he quickly dismissed his daughter's words in a panic. “Nonsense.”

“Your big cock is ruining your son’s wife, Daddy. I’m such a bad girl… cheating on my husband with his own father while he’s unconscious.” I rode him harder, faster, my ass bouncing frantically. One hand slipped between my legs to rub my swollen clit in tight circles. My second orgasm crashed through me within minutes—my pussy convulsing violently around him. Fresh cream gushed down his shaft, soaking his balls completely. I climbed off his still-raging erection with a wet pop, strings of my cum and his precum connecting us. With lust-fueled strength, I dragged his heavy, limp body down to the dark basement—the same place where he had effortlessly dominated and fucked me earlier as my forbid

She cleared her throat and leaned out of the chair. “What I am saying is, how do you think Alejandro would feel if he knew you dated his son?” She said with a slight smile. My chest tightened. “I don't see anything wrong. This is the 21st century. I dated his son, we broke up, and I fell in love with his father unknowingly. How is that my fault? You should know we have no control over our feelings.” I said “But what if we had control.” Uhuu “What if it was a strategic plan?” She repeated, “What are you getting at?” I frowned.