Stepdad’s Pet, His Son’s Plaything
We stayed right there in the hallway, on the rug that was now a battlefield of skin and bone.
It was a raw, unhinged explosion of everything we’d suppressed. Emma was the center of the storm, a vessel for our combined, twisted obsession.
I took her from behind, my hands gripping the hallway baseboards for leverage, my fingers digging into the wood until my knuckles turned white. My rhythm was punishing, lethal, a desperate attempt to remind her—and Reign—who had claimed her first.
I entered her butthole with a sudden, violent thrust, the friction dry and raw. It was a violation of the last boundary, a total desecration. She screamed, a high, recognizable sound of agony and ecstasy that fille
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