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"Oh yes, right there, Son. Finger-fuck your Mommy." I pushed my fingers further in. "Oh yes, move your finger up a little more and tap there until Mommy cums!" I realized she was asking me to touch her G-spot, and I did. Mom kept moaning, "Oh yes, don't stop, Honey." I paused, and looking up at Mommy, demanded "Beg for it, Mommy slut." "Please, please, please... please suck your Mommy, let her cum." I was getting into this dirty master-slave talk that she and Taniya had modeled for me. I said, "Good pet," buried my face again, and sucked her clit while shoving my fingers deep inside and tapping her G-spot.

I poured my lips. Both of them talking doesn't always end well. The family is already split into two, there's enough problems already. I walked steadily to the VIP section. Cautiously, not to steer up any argument. I did the secret hand sign to the bodyguard before they let me in. The VIP section was cosy. More like a little house. It was created mostly for high paying clients that wants a private time with the strippers. Sometimes, it is used for family meetings. I opened the door carefully, and stepped inside. My Father has already started shouting;

The thought should terrify me, but instead it sends a fresh wave of arousal through my pussy. Mia: What? Ethan: Just wondering. All alone in that big house. Mia: I'm not... But I am. My hand is already sliding down my stomach, under the waistband of my jeans. My fingers find my clit, swollen and sensitive from my earlier orgasm. I circle it slowly, my hips rocking against my own touch. Ethan: Don't lie to me, Mia. I gasp, my fingers pressing harder. I should stop. This is so wrong, I'm being paid to watch his child, not to get myself off while sexting with her father. But I can't. The shame just makes it hotter.

~«3 Daddy, Please Fuck Your Little Girl MIA I was in my room that night, lying on the bed with my legs wide open. Sarah was out partying with her friends again and the house was very quiet. I put on my headphones and played a p**n video on my phone, the sound loud in my ears. I couldn’t stop thinking about Alex, his handsome face, his deep voice and his big hard dick that I touched earlier that day. My body was burning for him. I slid my hand down into my panties. I was already very wet. I rubbed my pussy slowly at first, then faster and faster. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Alex’s hand touching me then I pushed two fingers inside me and moved them in and out. It felt good, but it was

She came with a muffled scream, squirting a little onto the sheets, body convulsing as she kept fucking herself through it. She collapsed, panting, pulling the dripping dildo out and sucking it clean for the camera. “Thank you for watching Mommy cum. Tip if you want more. Next time… maybe I’ll show you how I taste after a real fucking.” She ended the recording, uploaded it with the caption: “ASlimySlut’s sloppy afternoon stretch 💦 Who wants to breed this divorced pussy?”, and leaned back, flushed and satisfied.

Monitor? Chris actually sent this to her? He wanted her to monitor the interaction between Anthony and Annabel? That seemed rather…wrong. Just as she was about to type a reply, Chris sent another text. [Momo: Mommy, Momo spent a whole day setting up this website and monitoring device. I did this for Mommy to monitor them. Mommy must log in and watch or Momo will be very sad, and I’ll have a seizure! Also, Mommy is Daddy’s wife, so it’s legal to monitor him spending time with another girl!]

Mother asks. "I want to show dad something and I know it will stop him from persuading me to marry Tessa," I explained. "What is that?" She demands. "A video of Tessa's sex tape with Damien. It happened yesterday night", I utter with a smile. Mother frowns. "Tessa? And who?" "Damien. You don't know him?" I don't intend to show my mother the video. I will be uncomfortable letting her watch it. "I do now" recognition flashes across her face. "Is he back In New York?"

Avery's gaze remained fixed on the television as she read the advertisement silently. In two days, the Stone family would be hosting a contest at their manor. The winner would not only receive a substantial reward but also be offered a high-paying position as the nanny for the Stone family's young master. The qualifications and conditions for participating were listed on the back, emphasizing the requirement of proficient English and a qualification certificate as a psychologist. It was also emphasized that the young master had a difficult temperament and communication would be a challenge, implying that patience and tolerance were necessary qualities for applicants.

Ripley screamed, “Ca,-“ She stopped talking once I pushed her down on my erect dick. Her eyes rolled back, and she let go, giving me silent permission to fuck her hard. Every time I pulled her up from my dick and slammed back down, the water around us rippled and splashed, but neither of us seemed to mind. “Mommmm,” A sleepy voice spoke through the monitor. “Maybe they’ll go back to sleep,” Ripley said as I paused. “Don’t stop, please, Cas.”