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“Your perfect pussy's still pumping me out.” He lowered himself before either of us could think. The first broad stroke of his tongue dragged from the bottom of my slit all the way up, scooping the thick mess he had left inside me. I gasped, hips jerking. He did it again, slower, gathering another mouthful of his own cum mixed with my slick, then spat it back onto my clit and rubbed it in with his tongue. The wet, filthy sounds of him cleaning and re-wetting me filled the air. My legs trembled in the air on either side of his head. It was too much, too intimate, too dirty, but I didn’t stop him. This might be the only chance we ever got.

“I’m going to come so hard inside this pussy, baby girl. Daddy is going to fill you with his seed.” She shook her head and I could feel her protest, but it was too late for the both of us. That dildo stretching her ass, my cock ramming deep in her soaked hot cunt, I was doing her bare, fucking her raw; nothing between us. Skin to skin, I was about to come inside my daughter’s pussy, and nothing could stop me. She was screaming and coming and I was right behind her. The pressure of her sweet hot sex, the first fuck of a virginal hot pussy, and the taboo... the raw dirtiness of what I was doing to her. Hard and fast I jack hammered my dick into her rippling cunt her inner muscles gripping me o

“Caleb… your father is right upstairs… we can’t do this…” “Shut up and spread your legs wider for me,” I snarled, using the word like dirty filth. I shoved two thick fingers deep into her soaked cunt, pumping them hard and fast. The wet squelching sounds were loud in the quiet kitchen. “Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping. Your married pussy is begging for stepson cock.” Her head fell back, massive tits bouncing as I finger-fucked her roughly on the table. She was fighting so hard to stay quiet, her face flushed red with shame and overwhelming pleasure.

They’re weak and feel like jelly. He fishes out some paper towels and cleans himself up with them. When I extend my hand to him for some, he shakes his head. “You’re going to walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs.” Fuck. Who knew professor Kade was a dirty talker? When my brain can function again, I tug my panties up my thighs and wear my leggings, ignoring the lines of cum that trickle down my thighs. It’s dirty but it’s so fucking hot.

If anything, he wanted me to see every inch. Caleb: Touch yourself for me. I obeyed. My fingers slid through the wetness, circling my clit, teasing then dipping inside. I didn’t care if anyone else could see. I didn’t care about anything except making Caleb want me, making him lose control like I always did. My phone buzzed again and this time, it was a video. He was stroking himself slow, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth open. I pressed play and let his filthy groans fill my head, drowning out the city noise, drowning out everything except him.

Intimate. His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit. Rubbing in time with his hips. "Come again for me. Squeeze this cock like the good girl you are." Pressure built fast. His dirty talk pushed me higher: "Lila has no idea her sweet best friend is such a slut for my dick. Moaning under me, begging to be fucked." The taboo words tipped me over. Second orgasm ripped through — tighter, hotter. Walls fluttering around him, milking.

I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47. Then he typed—“show us how wet you’re getting, beautiful.” My breath hitched. I slipped the strap down my shoulders, then the other, letting the lace slip away until my breasts spilled free. I rolled my nipples between my fingers until they ached. The first night I came quietly with two fingers buried deep inside me while the camera caught only my mouth parted and my thighs trembling. I whispered things I’d never said out loud to Mark. “I need to be filled… I need my pussy to be stretched until I couldn't think.” The shame hit right after orgasm but the

Harper had given me. What I found made my mouth widen.. The search history and bandwidth logs were… insane. Hentai. Tons of it. VR p**n. Taboo roleplay videos. “Step-sister”, “Best friend’s little brother”, “Secret creampie”, “Corrupting the virgin gamer” -+ the titles went on and on. He had been downloading and streaming massive files every single night. My thighs pressed together instinctively. I should have been disgusted but instead, I felt heat pooling between my legs. The thought of quiet, shy Max jerking off furiously to all this filthy p**n while the rest of the family slept upstairs did something filthy to me.

The slap of our bodies filled the room—wet, obscene sounds mixing with the thunder. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and began to ride him harder. Faster. My ass bounced on his thighs, my pussy gripping him like a vice with every downward stroke. “That’s it, son,” I gasped, the word dripping with filth. “Fuck Mommy’s tight pussy. Fill me up like you’ve always wanted.” The taboo talk poured out of me effortlessly, heightening everything. Each time I called myself Mommy, his cock twitched inside me, growing even harder.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.