Femboy Incest นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I didn't know. I swear, I didn't know you were Leti's father." I said nothing. "I don't—" She stopped, pressing her lips together. When she looked up at me, her eyes were bright with shame. "I don't want you to think I'm the kind of woman who does that. Sleeping with strangers. Paying them. Recording—" She couldn't finish. She took a breath. "It was a mistake. A terrible mistake. One I hope we can forget ever happened." I chuckled softly and rose from my seat. I stood behind her chair, close enough that she could feel the heat of me.

I wanted to ruin her mouth, her cunt, her ass, every hole, until there was no part of her left that had not been claimed by the men who were supposed to protect her. I wanted to come inside her. Not the toy. Not my hand. Her. I wanted to feel her walls clamp down on me, wanted to pump her so full of my cum that it leaked out of her for days, marking her as mine in the most primal, filthy way possible. I wanted to breed her. To fill her womb with my seed while she sobbed and begged and called me Daddy, knowing it was wrong, knowing it was incest, knowing we were all going to rot in hell for it.

However, when he started caressing her panties after his hands stripped her of her skirt, moans and gasps automatically hurried out of her mouth. "Come, honey." She let him do as he pleased to her body. He made her pushed her hand to the edge of worktable while he rolled the underwear down and started stroking the now wet hole of his daughter. He leaned his upper body to her daughter's back, his left arm hugging her from her waist as his left hand guided a fat, but long thing into the wet crack. After a few seconds, the table was rocking back and forth, its creaking sound accompanied by man-made noises. The scene didn't lose out a bit to the pornographic drawings before Christine. In fact,

"Oh no Chis! You can't! You mustn't!" "Shut up!" I said and rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit. Then I pushed it into her as she struggled. Diana was awesome. Her pussy was soaked and more and more fluid kept flowing from her. She was surprisingly snug and more than warm, almost hot inside. She cried as I drove my cock all the way deep into her. I didn't stop until she had all of me. "No! No't Alpha Leo! This is incest! You can't do this! You can't! You- mmph..."

I'd just flopped face-first onto the bed when my phone buzzed — a push notification for some forum called Mischief & Mayhem. Mischief & Mayhem? Who names a forum like that? Curiosity got the better of me. I tapped in. The first thing I saw was a massive, red-lettered help post pinned to the top: "URGENT! I'm actually an incubus. I've been terrified of scaring my wife with my true form, so I've spent our entire three-year marriage pretending to be cold and celibate. But she just asked for a divorce and I can't hide it anymore... HELP: How do I win her back within 30 days without revealing what I am?"

He tilted his head, stepping a few inches closer to the wooden doorframe. The sounds were completely unmistakable. He heard the heavy, aggressive thud of flesh slamming against furniture, followed immediately by a sharp, desperate female moan that was instantly muffled. The guard's nostrils flared. Through the tiny cracks in the doorframe, a potent, heavy scent began to bleed out into the sterile hallway. It completely bypassed the standard smell of Jordan's cedar body wash. It was the rich, sweet, and intoxicating pheromone of an Omega female in the raw, feral throes of a mate-bond claiming. The guard’s eyes went wide in the dim hallway light. The academic supervisor wasn't just a missing s

After all, he practically stripped naked just to teach me. But learning to raise parasites wasn’t going to solve my immediate crisis. Seven days later, Carol took my blood for testing. The moment she discovered I wasn’t pregnant, she ordered the bodyguards to beat me viciously. “If you’re still not pregnant after another seven days, I really will break your legs!” For the first time in my life, I finally understood what being beaten half to death felt like. Lying pitifully on the bed, I asked Blake if he could lend me the Deathfeign Parasite for a while.

Sheila moaned, as his body slammed into her with each forward thrust, every inch of his long, fat dick filling her asshole. "Yeah, and it's such a perfect little asshole," he moaned, not having fucked anybody's ass in more than two decades. "Yeah, and yours is such a perfect cock, too," Sheila moaned, never before having felt such a rush of sexual adrenaline like she was feeling at this moment. "You two kids are so fucking hot," Essence said playfully while she filmed the incestuous sodomy. She was annoyed she hadn't thought to film their earlier encounters, but at least she was doing it now.

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.

“Suck your stepfather’s cock clean like the filthy family cumslut you are. Use that tongue. Taste every drop of your own cunt and my load mixed together. Mommy is going to fuck that freshly creampied pussy now and stretch it even wider for the cult.” Elena did not wait even a single second. She lined up the enormous dildo and thrust it into my cum-filled cunt in one long powerful stroke, forcing Marcus’s thick load to squelch and splash out around the sides of the toy and drip onto the altar below. The mix of my juices and his warm cum made the wettest, most obscene squelching sounds with every hard pump as she started fucking me fast and deep. She gripped my hips tightly and slammed into me