Novel & Cerita Father Daughter Erotica

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

I was desperate. Dripping. Needing. I had never felt so exposed, so turned on by someone else’s pleasure, and yet the way she spoke directly to me made it worse, more intense. "Oh fúckkk," she whispered and yelled all at once. "That’s it, fúck me, make me yours. Your daughter is so goddamn sexy. Brittany, you’ve got to be the sexiest girl alive." Dad grunted, thrusting faster. She kept talking, moaning, teasing. Her eyes stayed on me. Every time I moved, she caught it and smiled. My body burned and my pússy ached.

Her moans filled the room, unobstructed as Erin let her daughter move away from her twat. The slick feeling of Tiffany's walls rubbing against my cock was more than enough for me, especially as I watched mother and daughter cum together. I grunted loudly and shot a load into Tiffany's tight pussy for the second time. "Fuck, I love the taste of your pussy, Mommy," Tiffany said. That sparked an idea in my mind. "I bet your daughter's juice is great as well, Erin." She saw where I was going. Erin climbed off the desk and got on her knees between Tiffany's spread legs. I quickly pulled my cock out of Tiffany, and a huge wave of cum gushed out of her pussy.

Watching her was his obsession, plain and simple. Teresa, the young woman the world thought was his daughter, stood under the hot spray, her lithe, twenty two year old body glistening with water. Her long, dark hair clung to her olive skin, cascading down her back like a waterfall. She leaned against the tiled wall, one hand braced for support while her other hand dipped between her thighs. Her fingers circled her swollen clit slowly at first, then faster, her full breasts heaving with each breath. "Daddy, oh God, Don Moretti, please. I need your dick so badly. God daddy, I'm so fucked up. Your little girl wants your dick wrecking this pussy," she moaned, her voice echoing off the walls, cap

Soon her whimpers turn into moans and then groans as she found her rhythm. “Fuck daddy’s dick baby. Work that naughty slutty pussy over me.” Nola held on to my big shoulders, licked and kissed my neck, and whispered in my ear. “Daddy, why are you talking so dirty to me? Why are you saying such filthy things?” I pulled back so that she’d have to look at me. I grabbed her twerking ass and growled back. “Why are you fucking your mother’s husband? Why are you squeezing your horny heated pussy around your father’s dick? Letting your own daddy take your virginity. Bouncing your young sexy ass in my lap to get more of my horny meat inside your wet cunt.” Nola blush scarlet and tried to look away bu

“Fucking my husband behind my back? Oh, darling, you’re not that clever.” I opened my mouth to protest—guilt, shame, something—but she cut me off with a sharp laugh. “Save it. I don’t care about your excuses. I care about what you do next.” "And you?" she said as she stopped in front of Christian, reaching out to drag a manicured nail down his chest, stopping just above his cock. He didn’t flinch, his eyes locked on her. "You’ve been enjoying my daughter’s tight little cunt, haven’t you? Tell me, does she fuck better than me?”

“I did. But he turned me on so much that I went home last night and masturbated until I came then forced myself to wear a vibrating anal plug and vibrating dildo for two hours as I went about my chores. And father?” “Yes,” he practically groaned. “I prayed with them inside me, too. It felt so good. I came so hard while imagining I was sucking him.” I closed my eyes as the familiar sensation of peak arousal enveloped me. I heard Father Michaels grunt as he came. “Meet me in my office and we will discuss your penance in person.” “Yes father,” I whispered, fully aware of how sensual my voice sounded.

“You deserve me, daddy. I'm yours. Keep fucking me, keeping fucking me. Fill my little pussy up. Fuck your daughter like a little slut!” He smiles, “You got a dirty mouth on you, babygirl.” “You come in me daddy and I'll put this dirty mouth back on your cock!” His hips pick up, ramming the last of his energy straight through me. His cock is so hard it pounds my pussy into submission, tenderizing me until I release my juices. I come hard, my pussy grinding uncontrollably as spasms of energy cycle through my body, ripping me apart until I'm exhausted. My pussy grabs daddy's cock and pulls his seed out, sitting down on him as he unloads his own orgasm into my fragile body. I can feel him sputt

Pinching and pulling her nipples. “Fuck daddy! Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep! Make me your slut daddy!” She peered up at him, eyes glazed with pleasure and wickedness at the raw and dirty uninhibited fucking. “Take my virgin pussy anyway you want.” Mateo shook his head, lost in the pleasure of his baby girl’s sex. A virgin forbidden pussy she was so willingly giving up. He had never fucked anyone as rough and dirty as he was fucking his eighteen-year-old daughter. His balls drew up at her confession, and the pleasure of his orgasm shivered up his spine. Her pussy was too good to give up just yet, but Mateo didn’t know how much longer he could hold off from coming.