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“You’re still so deep daddy… I can feel your cum sloshing inside me every time you move.” David’s hands gripped my hips hard, fingers digging into my pale flesh as he looked up at me with pure ownership in his eyes. “Then ride it, Ava. Ride your boyfriend’s daddy’s cock like the cheating whore you’ve become. Show me how badly you still need this dick in your bitchy pussy.” I planted my hands on his strong chest and started bouncing.

My hands went to his shoulders, nails digging in as he sucked harder, teeth grazing just enough to make my pussy gush fresh wetness into my panties. He pulled off my nipple with a wet sound, looking up at me with dark eyes. “Call me that again. Say it while you rub that dripping cunt on my cock.” “Daddy,” I breathed, rocking my hips in slow circles, the head of his cock catching against my clit through the layers. “ It feels wrong but I’m so fucking wet for you. My pussy’s aching. I’ve never been this wet for anyone.” His hands dropped to my ass, squeezing and spreading me open so the panties pulled tighter against my holes.

“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 fucking wet for daddy. Mmmph... yesss... Ohh fuck!" "Yes! Just like that! Ohhh fuck me, Daddy! Give it all to me! Ahhh! Ahhh! Yesss!" I was sobbing, my hands gripping the sheets until my knuckles were white. "Right there! Ohhh yes! Ohhh goodness... ahhh yesss! Push deeper! Fuck me harder!"

Chapter Four The rhythm of the affair had become the only reliable constant in the house, and every departure of my mother’s car from the driveway sent the same immediate current through my body. I tracked her shifts with the same quiet precision Daniel did, and the moment the engine faded, the waiting began. Sometimes he found me within minutes. Sometimes the delay stretched until the need had grown so sharp that I paced the hallway outside the guest room with my pulse already heavy between my legs. Either way, the lock turning behind us sealed the rest of the world out and left only the heat of his skin and the heavy stretch of him filling me until there was nothing else.

You’re dripping already aren’t you? I bit my lip and typed back. Me: Yes daddy. I’m so fucking wet thinking about you. I really want to experience sex. I’m still a virgin and it’s driving me crazy. Him: Good girl. I’m gonna stretch that little pussy so good when we finally meet. Send me more. I sent another one. This time with my fingers spreading my pussy even wider. He sent a video.

While Leonardo checked his phone, Valentina leaned close to Lily and whispered, "Cry louder, baby. Cry so Uncle Leonardo will stay." Lily, already weak from fever, started sobbing harder. "Daddy, do not go. Lily is scared. Please stay." Leonardo looked up. His steps faltered. Valentina immediately hugged Lily and cried louder. "See, Leonardo? Lily really needs you. Her real father abandoned us. You are the only daddy Lily has now. If you leave, you are abandoning her all over again." Leonardo's brow furrowed deeper. Leonardo looked at Lily's tear streaked, flushed face, then thought of Sofia this morning, head bowed. Sofia cried too. But Sofia never screamed. She just held it in until she co

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“Say it. Tell me how wet you are for me.” “I… I’m so wet… please… Daddy… I need you… I’m yours…” I gasped, my voice trembling, my body practically melting under him. He chuckled, low and dark, the vibration rolling straight through my core as he licked and sucked harder, sliding his tongue along the tip of my clit and plunging back inside me, tasting every drop. “You’re such a filthy little girl… so desperate… so needy,” he hissed, his hand sliding between my legs, spreading me wider as he kept eating me out. “You like being ruined by me, don’t you?”

I gasped sharply, walls clenching around the invasion. It didn’t hurt—there was no awkward jabbing or scraping. Just smooth, deliberate pressure as he curled his finger upward, searching, stroking a spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. “Fuck—Daddy!” The word tore out of me louder than I meant, and he chuckled darkly, adding a second finger before I could catch my breath. “That’s it, baby girl. Take Daddy’s fingers. Feel how wet you are? This pussy was made to be played with properly.”