Im So Wet Daddy Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 2 Oh my god… I can’t believe this is really happening. My body is still trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life. Dean’s mouth my stepfather’s mouth just made me come so hard I saw stars. My pussy is still pulsing, dripping wetter than ever, and instead of feeling guilty, all I feel is desperate need for more. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, touching myself in secret while imagining his hands, his tongue, his cock… and now he’s here, looking at me like he wants to devour me completely.

I kept reading, moaning louder with every line, “God, Daddy, I’d let you breed me right here… fill this sloppy pussy until it overflows. I’m your filthy slut, edging just like you said—fuck, I’m so close but I won’t cum, I promise.” My fingers plunged in and out faster, making those obscene wet sounds, my juices coating my hand and dripping onto the sheets. I pinched my clit, slapped my pussy lightly, all while staring dead into the lens, showing every desperate expression on my face. “Please approve this, Daddy… tell your little cumslut she did good.” I sent the video off with shaking hands, typing a desperate message: Daddy, I filmed this just for you like a good girl. Watched myself get s

he growled, pushing just the wide, thick head inside me, just the tip and stopping. I whined, tried to push back, tried to take more, but he held me pinned still, his hands like iron on my hips. “So tight. So wet. So desperate to be filled by your Daddy. You know how wrong this is? You know if anyone found out… if your mom walked in right now and saw me about to split her daughter open with my cock… what would she say? What would she think of her perfect little girl, lying here spread wide, dripping and begging for her stepfather’s cum?”

Every time he shifted to point at the screen, his biceps flexed under the fabric, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from whimpering. Mom was gone. Two whole weeks. Just me and Daddy alone in this big house. Every filthy fantasy I’d ever had was finally within reach. But God… it was so wrong. He was my real father. The man who raised me. And here I was, soaking through my tiny pink panties, my clit throbbing painfully while he tried to help me with my laptop. What kind of daughter gets this wet for her own Daddy? What kind of daughter has spent years fingering her tight little cunt pretending it was him?

i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping . I ran all the way to my room, i quickly lock the door before striping myself and rush to climb my bed, i laid on my back before i raise up my legs so i will be able to touch myself properly, i imagine my dad fingers in my pussy as i insert two of my fingers and begin's to fuck my self, imagine his long and straight fingers pleasure me till i scream his name,, "Ahhh..uhmmm"

“Already wet for Daddy and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He cups one breast, thumb brushing my nipple until it tightens into a hard little peak. I shiver and he smiles, dark and satisfied. “That’s it. Let me hear those pretty sounds.” His mouth comes down on mine, deep and claiming, tongue sliding against mine while his hand slides down my belly and cups my pussy. Two thick fingers glide through my folds, spreading the slickness, and he groans into my mouth when he feels how soaked I am. “Hmm, so fucking wet already,” he rasps against my lips. “This pussy missed me, didn’t it? Been thinking about Daddy all day while you were out there pretending you don’t need this.”

“And so wet.” “Daddy.” I whimpered, feeling a man’s fingers on my clit for the first time. He grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand, forcing me to stare into his eyes. “You’re going to give me that tight little pussy, and you’re not going to tell anyone about it.” “Yes daddy.”

“You’re so wet, baby girl. Look at you. Your arousal is leaking out.” I am. I can feel it. The wetness coating my inner thighs. Dripping down. “Daddy, please.” He reaches out and runs one finger through my folds. Collecting the wetness. His eyes never leave what he’s doing. A low grunt rumbles from his throat. “This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls. “Your pretty pink pussy all wet and ready for me. Begging to be touched.” He positions his finger at my entrance. I feel the pressure. The promise of it. My hips tilt toward him on their own.

His hand moved between my thighs, finding me still slick from our earlier round. “You’re still wet for me,” he growled against my mouth. “Even when your mind is fighting me, your body knows who it answers to.” I moaned softly as two thick fingers pushed inside me. He pumped them slowly, deliberately, curling them against that spot that always made me weak. “Daddy…” The word slipped out instinctively. “That’s right,” he praised, voice dark. “I’m still your Daddy. Nothing changes that. Not Isabella. Not the past. Nothing.”

“So wet, Daddy. I can feel it dripping down my thighs.” His eyes darkened further. He finally slid two thick fingers between my legs, parting my smooth, swollen folds with deliberate slowness. The moment his fingertips brushed my slick entrance, a needy whimper escaped my throat. I was soaked, embarrassingly so. My juices coated his fingers instantly as he explored me, gliding up to circle my swollen clit with teasing pressure. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, the curse sounding filthy coming from his mouth. “You’re dripping for me. Your little pussy is soaking wet just from your Daddy touching your tits. That boy last night… did he make you this wet?”