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But this time, Granddaddy wouldn’t let me slam the door and leave like last time. Let’s just say, he knew how to push all the right buttons. Makeup sex was the best sex, not that I had much experience to compare it to, but it was fucking hot. We fucked and made love many times over that weekend, there were countless of orgasms. We did it everywhere in his massive house, kitchen, couch, foyer, his bedroom, bathtub, shower, billiard table, and in his backyard in the middle of the night by his pool. Not to say that Granddaddy sure knew how to fuck his way to out of a problem, by the end of it we were too exhausted to even think. It was like a dream.

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

But my pussy was already aching, soaked from days of this unbearable tension, and when he wrapped one huge, calloused hand around his fat, veiny cock and gave it a slow stroke, I broke. My legs moved, and I stepped under the spray with him. ********* My name is Hailey, and I've been fucked up over my Uncle Brandon since I was old enough to understand what wet dreams felt like. He's not really my uncle... at least not by blood, thank God for that small mercy. But he's been Dad's ride or die best friend since middle school, my godfather, the man who showed up with roaring Harley engines and leather jackets that smelled like freedom and sin.

but what really got my cock up to speed in a hurry was when i happened to access the g****e file to see what shed been fishing for about six lines down i read that someone and it had to be laura had inquired about incest stories and lo and behold when i dug around deeper in the history file i saw that my darling daughter was reading erotic stories about fathers seducing their daughters i decided it was time to up the ante i didnt want to come on too strong to her despite my raging desire i wanted her to take things at her pace and for her to decide how far she wanted to go

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit age-gap and cheating content involving an 18-year-old girl and her best friend's married father, including graphic descriptions of fingering, oral elements implied, virginity loss, rough vaginal sex, creampie, daddy kink, dirty talk, and breeding themes. Intended for mature audiences only. CHAPTER ONE "You have to be quiet. There are others trying to sleep in the house," Mr. Miller said. "Sorry, Mr. Miller," I squeaked from behind my covers. It was the middle of the night and Rebecca and I had been sneaking into each other's room and giggling non-stop.

Ghazi blurted my impropriety easily as if he's been gossiping all his life. "Oh, my god, so scandalous. Where is he? Is he hot?" Ghazi nodded and told Remy he'd invite him for a threesome if he's gay. "You're not going to let this go aren't you?" I asked my Iranian sugar daddy. "Why should I? It's more fun to tease you, love. Oh, Jacqueline...I'm sorry you have to be a third wheel with me all the time. Why don't you invite him to the villa for lunch tomorrow?"

​I squeezed my eyes shut, and suddenly, my mind betrayed me. ​I wasn't in the car anymore. I was pinned against the bathroom sink. I could feel Vance's heavy, brutal thrusts completely tearing me apart. I could hear Vance’s dark voice ordering me to stay quiet. The mere memory of Vance’s massive size and his ruthless pace sent a violent, heavy ache straight to my core. ​My psy clenched hard, soaking wet, reacting entirely to the memory of my stepdad while another boy was actively trying to fk me. ​Brody groaned loudly, finishing with a messy, rushed thrust, and collapsed against my shoulder.

-GREENA'S POV- When I saw my friends with their daddies earlier, I really couldn't believe it. I initially misunderstood the situation and thought it was going to be a partner-swapping event, similar to what is depicted in adult films. Well, I really can't agree with that! My daddy fucking my friends? No way! He should only be fucking me and no one else! Now that they told their partners, I agreed. Daddy wants it, so I'll give it to him. I don't want to lose to my friends in pleasuring their daddies!

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“Drew fucked me in the storage room right after the board meeting! He blackmailed me with a video and fucked me hard. Please, Daddy, let me cum!” Gabriel’s eyes burned with dark satisfaction. “Good girl. Now tell me honestly — between Drew and me, who fucks you better?” Andrea hesitated, mind hazy and desperate. “Drew… then you.” The confession made Gabriel’s possessiveness flare. He unlocked the handcuffs, bent her over the padded punishment bench, and slammed his massive cock back into her ruined pussy in one brutal thrust. “Beg while I fuck you,” he ordered, starting a deep, punishing rhythm.