Buried myself to the base.
And came. f*****g exploded inside her.
Thick.
Hot.
Rope after rope.
I didn’t stop.
Som filled
Kept grinding into her as my c*m filled her.
She sobbed.
Not from pain.
From how full she felt.
How deep it was.
How good it was.
My seed dripped out as I pulled back.
Leaked from her ruined little p***y in slow, creamy streams.
Thick.
Milky trails of c*m spilling from her ruined little p***y like honey sliding down warm skin.
Her cunt was gaping.
Used.
Red.
So f*****g wet it glistened under the bedroom light like it was still begging for more.
And I stared.
Jaw clenched.
Forbidden Affai c**k twitching.
Because nothing..nothing..looked more perfect than that.
My c*m sliding down her slit.
Pooling in the crease between her thighs.
Soaking the sheets.
Marking her.
Claiming her.
I leaned down, still rock hard, and dragged my tongue through the mess.
She gasped.
Her whole body jolted like she wasn’t ready for it.
Her thighs trembled, knees trying to close but I gripped them and spread her open wider.
“Stay the f**k open,”
I growled.
“I’m not done tasting my c*m in this pussy.”
She moaned.
Loud.
High and broken like she was about to cry.
“D-Daddy-please-it’s too much..”
“Shut up.”
I buried my face in her cunt.
My tongue licked up every drop.
I lapped at her slit like a starved animal.
Licked from her swollen clit down to her f****d-out hole, then back up again.
My spit mixed with the c*m leaking out of her.
It was hot.
Slippery.
Sweet and filthy and perfect.
Her hips bucked.
She tried to squirm away.
But I grabbed her thighs.
Held her still.
Pressed my mouth harder.
Sucked on her clit until she screamed.
…
Forbidden Affair
“Daddy-Daddy-f**k I’m gonna..”
She didn’t even finish.
Her legs clamped around my head.
Her cunt pulsed against my tongue.
And she came.
Again.
So violently her back arched off the mattress.
So wet her juices splashed across my chin.
So hard her voice cracked as she sobbed my name.
“Damon-f**k-please-I can’t-I can’t..”
“You can.”
I kissed her clit.
Bit it.
Made her flinch.
Then I stood up.
My c**k was still hard.
Glassy with her slick.
Veins bulging.
The tip flushed and angry, twitching like it was ready to f**k again.
She looked up at me.
Eyes red.
Lips swollen.
Hair a mess of sweat and s*x.
“Please…” she whispered.
“No more… I can’t feel my legs…”
“You’ll crawl then.”
I grabbed her by the waist.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.