Mi Papa Me Folla Novels & Stories

she added, lowering her voice slightly, "we're showing face for five minutes and then we're leaving." I didn't respond. The elevator doors slid open again before I could. A man stepped inside. Tall. Composed. Dressed in a dark gray suit that fit him too well to be accidental. His attention remained on his phone, expression unreadable. The space shifted instantly. Lila, of course, didn't notice. "I'm serious," she continued, completely unfazed. "You need to start living your life without worrying about your evil grandmother. Your engagement is soon you should be fucking, having fun, having orgasms."

Misha’s POV Papa went to Manila, and Mama suddenly fell ill. She asked me to go to the farm today to oversee the harvesting of dragon fruits by our workers. There were a lot of pending orders, and they needed to be delivered tomorrow. Mama insisted that I go to the farm to supervise our staff’s work. Apparently, whenever she and Papa weren’t around during harvest time, profits would often be split unfairly. Some of the workers would take home a portion of the harvest to sell on their own, causing losses for Mama and Papa. Nowadays, even a single centavo matters to them, so they emphasized the importance of being vigilant at all times.

Somewhere, a clock chimes three. “You’ll sign the papers tonight,” Papa says. “Then you’ll go back upstairs. Tomorrow, you’ll smile for the photographer. You’ll tell your little college friends you met someone. You’ll forget that boy.” I meet his eyes. “And if I don’t?” Massimo laughs softly. “Then we send pieces of him to you. One finger at a time.” My stomach lurches, but my voice stays steady. “I understand.” Papa nods, satisfied. He thinks he’s won. He always thinks that.

I peeked through the windows to see what was happening. Papa's footsteps echoed down the street as he marched over to the hipster's front door. The hipster was sitting on his porch, smoking a cigarette. He didn't seem to notice Papa's approach until it was too late. Without a word, Papa grabbed the hipster by the collar and dragged him out onto the sidewalk. The hipster, realizing his mistake, tried to plead his case, but Papa's rage couldn't be calmed. "You touch my wife, you piece of shit?" Papa yelled, spittle flying out of his mouth. The hipster tried to defend himself, but he was no match for Papa's strength. He took a few punches to the face before falling to the ground, blood spilling

Papa shouted at Uris who was walking out of my hospital room. I just lay there and watched them Mama and Papa. Mama took her bag and I suddenly sat on the bed when Mama threw it at Papa with the bag she was holding. "Ouch!" Papa moaned. "Ma!" I stopped Mama. Mama looked at me. "What do you want? Let's make a baby again? I'll just tell me what you want," Papa replied to Mama while holding his arm. My father got a bad look at Mama because of his joke.

“Father.” I exhaled sharply, letting my thumb hover over the ignore button. I could pretend I was in a meeting, asleep, or even dead, but that old man had the persistence of a mosquito on steroids and twice the volume. He would call, and call, and call, until my thumb finally gave in. I hit accept. “Apollo! How I’ve missed you!” His voice boomed so loudly through the speaker I had to hold the phone away from my ear. “Is it important?”

"Fuck, here it comes…” "That's it, son. Fill her little mouth up with your cum while Daddy fills her pussy up with mine." With a loud groan, my father slammed into Mia one last time, holding himself deep inside her as he came. At the same moment, I exploded in Mia's mouth with a loud groan. “Oh my fucking god!” My vision swam and I thrust wildly into her mouth. Mia gagged and choked on our simultaneous releases, her mouth and pussy filling with our hot cum. She swallowed desperately, trying to take every drop as we both emptied ourselves into her. My father pulled out first, his softening dick popping out of Mia's well-fucked pussy.

Papa said sighing sadly. “I have listened to every song of yours. I have the whole collection of it. I have read the messages your fans post for you. Whenever I listened those songs I used to feel disappointed that I stopped you from achieving your dream. I used to think that girl as you but I never knew that was actually you. But When I see all this I feel that I made the wrong decision. But hearing the truth, I am so happy for you my little princess. ” Papa continued. His eyes were filled with tears. I can’t see my strong papa so vulnerable. I hate to see tears in his eyes.

" I don't know how much spunk he has you do and that's too much information. " " Who are you and what have you done with my father?" " I missed you Sia." " I missed you too papa." © #KCMmuoe

The scars are bold and wicked, just like my papa. Mama turns to leave the room, and I rush after her, gripping her skirt tightly. "Let me follow you, Mama," I plead. She stares at me, shaking her head. My heart drops. Although Mama can talk, she usually communicates with gestures. "Why, Mama? Please let me follow you," I beg, tears streaming down my face. This is the first time I've ever wanted to follow her. The desire so strong in my heart.