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Letting myself enjoy every reaction—the way his back arched, the way his thighs trembled, the little sounds spilling from his lips. “Fuck,” he gasped when the second bead popped in. I kept going. Third. Fourth. Each one made him whimper, hips rocking back greedily. By the fifth he was shaking, hole fluttering around the silicone, trying to pull it deeper. The last, largest bead stretched him wide. He groaned—deep, broken—as it sank inside. The flaBlack base settled flush against his rim, thong snapping back over it. I moaned at the sight. My dick pulsed, leaking thickly into my briefs. The dirtiest, most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen: my stepson bent over in Black lace, ass plugged with black

“Stroke your cock, Alex. Elena, finger your cunt. You’re both going to cum while begging me to keep your secrets.” They obeyed desperately. Alex jerked his thick cock furiously while Elena rubbed her clit, both of them moaning my name, calling themselves my slaves, my whores, my blackmail bitches. I stood over them, fingering myself, until I came one last time, squirting across their faces. Alex exploded first, thick ropes of cum shooting across Elena’s tits and face. Elena followed, shaking and squirting on the floor while crying in humiliated pleasure. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked pile. I stroked their hair possessively.

They ignored. OMG, I shouldn’t be getting this view free, he had placed her on the bed and parted her legs. He stood on the edge of the bed and fucked her right from there. He was doing a good job. I didn’t know why I retained this picture in my head or why im telling you, I think it was one of the thing I enjoyed so much. Some call it kink. Maybe that’s it. Watching my man fuck someone else.

Ethan followed soon after, groaning as he filled my virgin ass with thick ropes of cum. We collapsed together, panting, his cock still twitching inside me. The laptop screen showed the stepsister leaking cum from her ass too. No one had caught us this time. But the risk, the lies, the new depravity… it only made me want more.

My tits jiggling with every movement. He gripped my hips, guiding me and thrusting up to meet my rhythm. The wooden wall creaked around us. His cassock was bunched around his waist and my dress was bunched around my neck too. We were completely exposed in the middle of the church. He reached between us and rubbed my clit furiously. “Come on me again,” he growled. “Let God and the saints hear how much you love sinning on my cock.” I shattered for the third time, my pussy convulsing around him. Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound.

I moaned loud, pushing back, taking every inch. “Fuck— Tyler— so tight,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Harder,” I begged, gripping the edge of the island. “Breed your best friend’s boy. Fill me up.” He started pounding me like an animal—deep, rough strokes that made the island shake and my cock slap wetly against my abs. Every thrust hit my prostate perfectly. I was leaking all over the floor, moaning like a whore, loving how dirty this was. “Gonna cum— Uncle Ryan— I’m gonna—”