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At nineteen, she was supposed to be the perfect, innocent daughter of Victor Vale — but behind closed doors, she was anything but. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, one hand kneading her full, perky breast while the other worked frantically between her thighs. Two fingers plunged in and out of her dripping pussy with wet, obscene sounds. She was soaked, her arousal coating her fingers and dripping down to the sheets. “Fuck…” she moaned softly, eyes squeezed shut. Her mind filled with the same forbidden image that always pushed her over the edge: Lucian Cross.

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

After several long, torturous minutes of worshipping my breasts, Fred pulled back, his eyes dark with need. He spun me around forcefully and bent me over the edge of his heavy wooden desk. "Now this is what Daddies do to a bad bitch." The cool surface pressed against my bare tits as he shoved my dress up over my wide, curvy hips, completely exposing my thick ass and the tiny soaked red thong that barely covered anything. “Spread your legs for daddy?" he ordered softly but firmly, his hand stroking the curve of my ass. I obeyed instantly, parting my thick thighs wider and arching my back to push my ass toward him.

Dragging a finger up the inside of her thigh, I switch my mouth to the other nipple. “You wet for me, baby?” She nods, “So wet, Daddy.” I slide a finger through her folds, pushing inside her hot pussy. It was unreal, feeling the inside of my daughter's cunt. I push a second finger in, and she whimpers, rocking her hips with my hand. Kissing down to her belly, I push my face into the soft flesh, pressing a kiss to it. A forbidden thought flickers in my mind, and I groan. “Are you on birth control?”

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

No wonder Riley insisted on having her sleeping here, it was a little girl’s mansion. I heard music talking coming from the back as I approached the house so I followed it. I looked between the cracks of the gate and saw the group of girls dancing and playing in their pajamas. My attention was quickly drawn to August who was talking to a woman. She was stunning and matched the settling of his home. She also looked familiar but I couldn’t place her. Maybe her type was what he was looking for, put together classy businesswoman.

To hear her say those words was surreal. Roman’s hand on my waist tightened. “What’s your angle, Vivian?” His tone was cold, cutting. “You’ve never surrendered anything in your life.” Vivian’s gaze flicked to him, then back to me. “Because this isn’t about you, Roman. It never really was. It’s about her.” Her eyes shimmered, though she blinked quickly, as if refusing to show weakness. “My daughter.” My stomach turned. The word still hit wrong every time she said it—daughter. The woman who had tried to ruin me, tried to destroy what I had with Roman, had the audacity to claim me as hers.

CONTENT: Dirty, seducing, age gap, sex session, teen, fingering, foreplay, ass fucking, moaning, tight pussy. SYNOPSIS: When his wife’s teenage daughter comes to live with them at the start of a college course, a stepfather finds that the nineteen year old girl is a bit of a tease. She flaunts herself at him when her mother isn’t around until he decides he has to have her. When he goes into her bedroom one evening when his wife is out, the girl puts her panties on and a show for him and it leads to a sex session where she finds out just how much her stepfather loves his new daughter.

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

she sobbed, her pussy gushing juices down his shaft. Across the room, Chelsea and Damien approached the missionary statue. Chelsea's heart pounded, her small frame trembling as she lay back on the floor, spreading her legs wide to reveal her pink pussy, already slick from the room's influence. Damien stripped off his shirt, his muscular chest heaving, and dropped his pants to let his long cock spring out, veined and throbbing. He positioned himself between her thighs, leaning down to capture her lips in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth while she kissed back hungrily, tears streaming down her cheeks.