Novel & Cerita Glenn Close Dungeons And Daddies

“Because tonight I’m taking you to dinner at Le Bernardin. Then I’m bringing you back here and fucking you in every single new piece of lingerie until you can’t walk straight.” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them perfectly while his thumb circled my clit. “But first,” he growled, “you’re going to come for me right here. Show Daddy how grateful you are for all his gifts.” I rode his fingers shamelessly, moaning loudly as the pleasure built fast and sharp. When I came, I cried out “Daddy!” while my walls clenched around his fingers, my juices soaking his hand. Damien brought his glistening fingers to my mouth and watched me clean them with dark satisfaction.

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their nam

The deep gravel was making my eardrums tingle, I could have sworn I had an eargasm when he cursed, “Fúck, Fúck! Fùck!” His rough arms were caged around me, his scent enclosed me, I felt safe, I felt wet, I felt all my earlier anger melt away like warm chocolate. This was it. Keep worrying about me like this, forever, Daddy. Keep holding me, never let me go. Mrs Martha’s voice broke my temporary moment of peace. “Sir, I’ve just called Garett, he mentioned stepping out for a bit, he won’t be back in t-time…” “Dàmm it, just now of all times!” Daddy swore again. Garett was our family doctor; he lived in his own quarters. This couldn’t have been a better time.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

She is out at a beach party, leaving me to drown alone. I search for Chad’s name and his corporate rival, Carter Woodson, then click the record button. "Watch closely," I mutter. "Let's see how vanilla Carter thinks I am when this hits his phone tomorrow morning." I fall back onto the mattress, spreading my legs wide in full view of the camera. The dildo presses against my thigh as I reach down, my thumb finding my clit. My middle finger begins to flick it slowly, over and over, demanding my body to react to the anger coursing through me.

My father growls loudly and the dungeons fall silent. "She's dead," I cry out. "What do you mean she is dead?" My father pushes past me and storms down the corridor of the dungeon. Ward helps me to my feet and he brushes my hands and knees clean. I rush after my father and Ward follows quickly on my heels. My father is standing in front of Gloria's cell shaking his head back and forth in confusion. Taking a ring of keys out of his pocket my father opens Gloria cell. Hesitantly he walks to the back of Gloria's cell. His footsteps echo loudly in the dungeon. It is as if everyone is waiting for what is happening next on baited breath.

“You taste so fucking good. This cunt is gushing all over my tongue. I want you to come to my face. Come all over daddy’s tongue while I eat this fat pussy.” The word daddy in that low rough voice made my walls clench hard and another rush of wetness leaked out. He dove back in, sucking my clit hard into his mouth and flicking it fast with his tongue while two thick fingers pushed into my tight hole, stretching me open with a wet filthy sound. He pumped them deep and curled them just right, hitting that spot inside that made my toes curl and my vision blur. I was gone, lost in it, moaning and whimpering loud, one hand squeezing my own heavy tit while the other held his head between my legs.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

“Watch close, boys. This is what ownership looks like.” He thrusts in, one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. My back arches, a choked scream ripping from my throat around the gag. The stretch is overwhelming, pleasure and pain colliding as he fills me completely. The chat explodes, tips, filth, Lilo’s name flashing in all caps: Daddys home: YOU SICK FUCK I’M CALLING THE COPS Daddys home: DAVINA BLINK TWICE IF YOU’RE OKAY