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Ready And Wet For My Stepdaddy 4 Walking around with Daddy’s cum still leaking out of me feels so filthy… and I love it. After breakfast, I spent the rest of the morning doing normal things — or at least pretending to. I cleaned the kitchen while wearing nothing but Dean’s t-shirt, feeling his warm load slowly dripping down my inner thighs with every step. Every time I bent over, I made sure he got a view of my bare, creamy pussy. He watched me like a predator the entire time, his cock half-hard in his sweatpants.

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

"You're very wet, aren't you? What kind of a nasty girl gets this wet from playing with her bottom? You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" She moaned. "Yes. I'm a dirty, nasty, filthy girl." "What do I need to do to make my dirty girl come for me?" "Just don't stop," she whimpered, writhing under my touch. I pushed my finger deeper into her ass, pumping it in and out, while my other hand was pushing, pumping, twisting inside of her pussy. I felt the trembling start, then uncontrollable quivering. Her legs were stretched out, muscles rock hard. She cried out, ass cheeks clenching, coming hard for me. I eased my fingers out of her, and rubbed her pink cheeks gently.

“What is your business with my virginity? Maybe you should learn to stop poking your nose into other people's business. Then you will live long on earth. Mira pokes my hand, motioning for me to stop. I ignore her. Someone needs to tell him that. Who else but me? He acts all calm and saintly, like he knows everything, but I know what lurks behind that mask. Mira bends down, picking up the rose vibrator and stuffing it into her bag. I reach out, snatching it back from her.

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The bookshelves were thrown away from the walls and the desk was carved in half as though someone had taken out his anger on the innocent furniture. The scene shifted and again she was standing naked on a street. Again she heard the whispering and again she found a burning building. Walking through the door she found herself in a library, just as destroyed as the office had been. The scene shifted again and again. Always she was taken to a burning building and always she found herself in a room of books.

“Make out. Both of you. And don’t be quiet. Tell each other what dirty little sluts you are.” Sophia smiled and pulled me close. Our wet bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing, as we kissed deeply. Our tongues slid against each other, the kiss turning sloppy and hungry. “I’m such a filthy slut,” Sophia whispered against my lips. “Letting two men use my holes while my best friend watches.” I moaned softly, grinding against her thigh. “I’m worse. I’m a professor who fucks her student and begs for more. Such a desperate cock-hungry whore.”

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