Mag-log inMY STEPSON 3.
He grabbed me by the waist, pressing my back to the counter, as he thrust in deep, one brutal stroke, bottoming out with a wet slap as his balls smacked against my ass.
“Lucien!” I squealed.
“I’m gonna screw this pussy so bad, dad won't recognize it when he's back”
I moaned helplessly as he clasped my neck in both hands, thrusting in and out of me slowly at first.
He leans down and captures my mouth with his, exploring it with his tongue, sucking on me like a starved man.
His thrust was slow, deep, hitting against my walls as he stretched deep, filling every inch until I felt impossibly full.
I screamed at the fullness, my hands flying to his bare back, raking into them.
“You're so fucking tight. You're gripping me like my cock was meant just for you” he rasped, his cock throbbing inside of me, the veins pulsing against my walls.
“You feel so good…”
“Mmnnmm…”
“Lucien, please.”
He grabbed my throat, not tight, just enough.
He growled, slamming deeper.
So goddamn tight” he groaned
He pulled back slowly, dragged over every nerve, then slammed home once again.
He kept thrusting in and out again and again, faster, harder, until my tits were smacking bouncing on my chest with every thrust and the only sounds were wet slaps, my broken moans, and his filthy praise.
His hand left my throat, and grabbed both boobs molding them roughly as he kept slamming into me.
His thrusts were rough, primal and nothing like Kenny’s gentleness.
“I'm gonna cum in this fucking pussy, and you're gonna take me like the slut you are” he snapped, smacking my tits severally, watching them jiggle, making me cry out from the pleasure filled pain.
“Yes,” I cried out. “Do it. I want you to fill me up.
“You want me to cum in you?”
“Yes… please…”
His hips moved faster, sloppier. My moans, louder, broken. My fingers raked down his back, my walls clenched around him, milking him.
“Fuck… fuck… I'm gonna cum…”
“Yes. Yes lucien… fill your step mom's pussy…”
His body tensed. He slammed one last time and groaned, loud, spilling deep inside me as I cried out his name repeatedly like a prayer.
We both trembled.
He stayed inside me, heart pounding, breathless.
I whimpered, still clenching, shuddering.
“Lucien,...” I whispered. Eyes dilated.
He leaned down and kissed my mouth, hard.
“Fuck!... you feel so good.” He breathed against my lips. His breath, hot. “To think dad has been enjoying this alone, all this while.” He growled, nibbling on the skin beneath my ear. Now its my turn, and I'm gonna take you wherever, whenever and however I fucking please!”
I nodded, my eyes lazily shutting close as I mewed in response, my pussy tightening around him, as he pulsed, hardening once again inside me.
“Now, kneel and show me just how much you love my cock.” he said as he pulled out, my juices flowing out in thick streaks.
I immediately crouched down on my weak wobbly knees.
I wrap my fingers around his shaft, hot and throbbing, and gave one slow stroke from root to tip, thumb swirling over the head, spreading that bead in filthy circles.
His cock glistened with my cream, and shoved past my lips without warning.
He gripped the back of my head and slid in, slow at first, until my lips were wrapped around his length.
He fucked my face hard, hips snapped, balls slapped my chin. Drool poured down my chin, mixed with tears and mascara. I gagged, my throat convulsed around the head, but I kept sucking, harder. I hollowed my cheeks, desperate to taste him.
“Fuck yes, choke on your step son's dick, mummy,” He held my head steady, pistoning into my mouth until my jaw ached, then he yanked out with a wet pop, strings of spit connnected us.
He shoved back in, deep.
I gagged, tried to breathe.
But he didn't let me.
“Take it deep” he hissed. “Take every single inch.”
My throat clenched. Eyes watering. Hands clutching his thighs,nails digging into him.
He fucked my mouth with sharp, punishing thrusts, hips snapping forward, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my shoulder like he needed this badly.
“Fuck, yes..” He groaned. “Look how shameless you are, sucking my cock like a shameless starved whore”
I moaned around him.
He yanked me by my hair, strands wrapped around his fist.
My lips were swollen. Chin wet. Eyes wild.
“Now, say it” he rasped, “tell me how much you fucking love my cock, mom”
“I love it… I fucking love it in my mouth….” I gasped, breathless.
Just like that, he shoved back in, mercilessly.
I choked once again, gagging out loud, but he didn't stop.
“Look at me while I fuck your pretty mouth.”
I did. Tears streaking down the sides of my eyes, my mascara smeared.
I was sure I looked messy, wrecked. But the way he looked at me, like he was starved, and I was exactly what he needed to quench his hunger.
“touch yourself,” he ordered. “Touch that shameless little pussy of yours.”
I moaned lowly, as I slid one hand between my thighs. He stood there, watching me. The way my hips jerked. The way my thighs clenched together.
I kept pushing in and out of my pussy as he kept fucking my mouth ruthlessly.
My orgasm crashed through me as he let out a long curse. I felt his cock jerk insistently in my mouth, as he found his own release and it multiplied the pleasure I felt, as I came crashing down on my fingers.
He poured into my mouth, holding my head steady so I could take every single drop, before pulling out.
He slapped my cheek slightly. Enough to startle me a little.
“Now, swallow bitch,” he grunted, and I did immediately. My throat bubbling up and down as I look up at him like an obedient submissive.
“Fuck you, you shameless slut!” He snorted, smacking my boobs once again,
“You fucking liked that didn't you?”
“Yes, I loved every bit of it” I replied grinning up at him.
Like I had said what he wanted to hear, he gripped my head again, both hands now, and started thrusting rough and deep, using my mouth like it was made for his use.
My gagging grew louder against him. My moans, more desperate.
He suddenly pulls out, panting breathlessly as he pulled me up by my hair, making me stand before him.
“You really want this, don't you?”
“Yes… please…”
He swooped me above his shoulder effortlessly, like I weighed nothing, and smacked me hard on my ass.
I gasped at the shocking sting.
“You won't be able to walk by the time I'm done with you Annie,” he smacked me once again on the other cheek,
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