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Deeper in damnnation

Author: Luwaa
last update publish date: 2026-06-05 02:13:24

 Damien’s chest heaved as he stared at Serena, his thick cum still leaking from her swollen, well-fucked pussy and running down her trembling thighs. She looked completely ruined naked, skin flushed, marked with his bites and fingerprints, lips swollen from their violent kisses. Her green eyes were dark with a mix of lust, anger, and something dangerously addictive.

 Neither of them spoke for a long moment.

 Then Serena stepped closer, her hand wrapping around his halfhard cock, stroking him slowly, deliberately.

 “You’re still hard,” she whispered, her voice husky and teasing. “You say you hate me, but your cock doesn’t lie.”

 Damien’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. He grabbed her by the throat, pulling her into a brutal kiss, tasting both of them on her tongue. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her again like she weighed nothing and carried her toward the large couch in the living room.

 He threw her down on her back, spread her legs wide, and buried his face between her thighs once more. His tongue licked long, filthy stripes up her cum filled pussy, sucking his own seed out of her while pushing two thick fingers deep inside.

 “Fuck, Damien” Serena moaned loudly, her back arching as she gripped his hair tightly. “You’re disgusting eating your own cum out of me like that.”

 “You love it,” he growled against her clit, sucking hard. “You love being my dirty little secret. My father’s wife, dripping with my load.”

 He ate her out like a starving man licking, sucking, and fingering her relentlessly. His tongue flicked rapidly over her swollen clit while his fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot over and over. Serena’s thighs shook around his head as another orgasm built fast.

 “I’m gonna come again,” she gasped, hips grinding against his face.

 Damien sucked harder on her clit and pumped his fingers faster. Serena came with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching around his fingers as fresh juices flooded his mouth. He kept licking her through it, savoring every drop.

 Damien didn’t give her time to recover. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up high, and slammed back into her soaked pussy from behind in one brutal thrust.

 “Shit!” Serena gasped, gripping the couch cushions tightly as he started railing her hard.

 He fucked her mercilessly, his hips slapping loudly against her ass with every deep stroke. One hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back. The other smacked her ass hard, leaving bright red handprints.

 “You’re so fucking tight even after I’ve filled you twice,” he groaned, pounding into her. “This married pussy was made for my cock.”

 Serena pushed back against him desperately. “Then fuck it like you own it. Make me forget your father even exists.”

 Damien snarled and gave her exactly what she wanted. He railed her harder, his cock slamming deep into her with punishing force. The couch creaked dangerously under them. Serena’s moans grew louder, less controlled, echoing through the quiet mansion.

 Suddenly, they both froze.

 Footsteps.

 Someone was walking down the hallway toward the living room.

 “Fuck,” Damien hissed. He pulled out of her quickly, grabbed her arm, and dragged her behind the large couch, pushing her down onto the carpet just as the door opened.

 It was Victor “, the head of security, doing his nightly rounds.

 Victor paused at the entrance, his sharp eyes slowly scanning the room. Serena held her breath, heart hammering in her chest. She was completely naked, Damien’s cum still dripping down her thighs onto the carpet. Damien was pressed behind her, his hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks, one hand clamped tightly over her mouth.

 The silence was agonizing.

 Victor took a slow step into the room, his gaze sweeping over the couch where they had just been fucking. Serena’s body trembled with fear and adrenaline. Damien’s cock twitched against her ass, still rock hard.

 After what felt like forever, Victor finally turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

 The second the door shut, Damien lost control.

 He shoved Serena’s face down against the carpet and thrust back into her from behind in one savage stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

 “Quiet,” he growled dangerously in her ear, fucking her hard again. “You almost got us caught, you horny little slut.”

 The thrill of nearly being discovered made Serena even wetter. She moaned into his hand as he pounded into her relentlessly, his hips slapping loudly against her ass.

 “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered harshly, his hand reaching around to rub her clit fast and rough. “The idea of Victor walking in and seeing me balls-deep in my father’s wife.”

 “Yes” Serena whimpered, pushing back desperately against him. “I’m so close…”

 Damien bit her shoulder hard and rubbed her clit faster. Serena came violently, her body shaking as her pussy clenched tightly around his cock. Damien followed right after, burying himself deep and pumping another thick load of cum into her, groaning low in her ear.

 They stayed on the floor for a moment, breathing heavily.

 But Damien still wasn’t satisfied.

 He pulled her up, sat on the couch, and dragged her onto his lap, facing him. Serena sank down onto his cock again with a long moan as he filled her completely once more.

 “Ride me,” he ordered, gripping her hips tightly. “Show me how badly you need your stepson’s dick.”

 Serena started moving, rolling her hips and bouncing on his cock. Her full breasts bounced in his face with every downward motion. Damien sucked on her nipples, biting them while his hands gripped her ass, guiding her faster.

 “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned. “So deep I can feel my cum inside you every time you take me.”

 Serena rode him harder, grinding her clit against him with every movement. The wet, obscene sound of her pussy taking his cock filled the room.

 “I’m gonna come again,” she gasped, her movements becoming frantic.

 “Then come,” Damien growled, thrusting up into her. “Come all over your stepson’s cock like the filthy wife you are.”

 Serena shattered. Her orgasm hit her hard, making her cry out his name as her pussy spasmed around him. Damien groaned and came inside her one final time, filling her until his cum was leaking out around his cock and dripping down his balls.

 They collapsed together on the couch, sweaty, exhausted, and covered in marks and cum.

 For a long time, neither of them spoke.

 Finally, Damien broke the silence, his voice low and rough.

 “This is going to destroy us.”

 Serena closed her eyes, still feeling him deep inside her.

 “I know,” she whispered. “But I still don’t want to stop.”

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