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BEG FOR IT (Cousins Cum Time)

Author: Kisra Santos
last update publish date: 2026-06-10 22:58:00

The words had barely left my mouth when the mood in the basement flipped completely. Noah’s hand shot out and grabbed me by the throat, yanking me off his cock with zero gentleness. my back hit the couch hard as all three cousins loomed over me, eyes dark and hungry.

“Enough of your fucking mouth, slut,” Noah growled, his voice low and mean. “You think you get to decide how we use you? Nah. Game’s over. Now we’re just gonna wreck this cheap cousin pussy like the worthless hole it is.”

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  • MY PLEASURE, SIR!    YOUR COCK DISAGREES (Forgive Me Father)

    I lay curled against Father Francis’s bare chest on our makeshift bed of discarded clothes, the first soft light of dawn spilling through the stained-glass windows and bathing the chapel in hues of rose and gold. My body was deliciously wrecked—thighs painted with layer after layer of his dried and fresh cum, pussy swollen, tender, and still leaking, ass marked with the faint imprints of his hands. Yet that deep, insatiable hunger still throbbed low in my belly like a second heartbeat.I traced a finger down his sweat-slicked abs and wrapped my hand around his spent cock, stroking it back to full hardness with slow, lazy pulls.“Morning already, Father,” I murmured, pressing a hot kiss to his collarbone. “And you’re still so hard for me. Greedy man.”He let out a shaky breath, one strong arm tightening around my waist. “Sadie… this has to end. The sun is rising. Your parents have been praying outside all night. I’ve broken every vow I ever made—multiple times over.”I swung my leg ove

  • MY PLEASURE, SIR!    CONFESS YOUR SIN (Forgive Me Father)

    I took Father Francis by the hand and led him deeper into the shadows of the old church, my legs shaky, thighs slick and sticky with his cum. Every step made my well-fucked pussy throb and leak, but the hunger inside me only burned hotter. The confessional booth loomed at the end of the corridor like a private sin box built just for us.He followed without a word now, breathing ragged, black clerical shirt half-unbuttoned and clinging to his sweat-damp chest. Lust had completely overtaken the war in his eyes.We slipped inside the wooden booth. I shoved him down onto the padded kneeler and straddled him immediately, facing him in the cramped, incense-scented space. Perfect.“Tell me your sins, Father,” I whispered teasingly as I lined him up and sank down onto his cock in one smooth, greedy glide. He was rock-hard again, stretching me open with that perfect, delicious thickness.He groaned deep in his chest, hands gripping my ass hard under the rumpled dress. “This is my sin… fucking

  • MY PLEASURE, SIR!    RUIN MY PUSSY (Forgive Me Father)

    I smiled up at Father Francis, still perched shamelessly on the edge of the altar with my legs spread wide, his warm cum slowly leaking from my freshly fucked pussy onto the sacred marble. The sight of him—robes rumpled, thick cock half-hard and glistening with our mixed juices, clerical collar hanging crooked—sent a fresh rush of wicked heat straight to my core.“All night?” I echoed, licking the last traces of him from my finger with deliberate slowness. “Good choice, Father. My parents raised me to respect the clergy… especially when they know how to deliver.”He dragged a hand down his face, muttering what sounded like a desperate Latin prayer tangled with curses. But his eyes kept drifting back to my dripping cunt, dark with fresh hunger. The war raging inside him was pure delicious torture.A sharp knock shattered the heavy silence.“Father Francis?” Dad’s deep voice boomed through the door. “It’s been over an hour. Is the deliverance progressing? Should we bring more holy water

  • MY PLEASURE, SIR!    FUCK THE SINNER (Forgive Me Father)

    I gasped as Father Francis set me down on the cool marble altar, the shock of cold stone against my bare ass making me shiver. My sundress was already bunched uselessly around my waist, thighs spread wide, slick arousal coating my inner thighs from how badly I wanted him.His hands trembled with restraint and raw need, but they never stopped moving. One large palm slid up my thigh, possessive and rough, while the other fisted in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. His mouth attacked—hot, open-mouthed kisses mixed with sharp bites that sent sparks straight to my core.“Father… Francis,” I moaned, deliberately breathy and sinful, letting my voice echo softly through the candlelit chapel. “You’re so fucking hard for me already. I can feel how desperately you need this.”“Quiet,” he growled against my skin, the sound low and broken, thick with lust and crushing shame. “This is madness. Your parents are right outside that door—”“Then you’d better make it count,” I whispered

  • MY PLEASURE, SIR!    HORNY FOR SIN (Forgive Me Father)

    SADIEI lay sprawled across my tangled sheets, skin still slick with sweat and the mingled scents of two very satisfied men. My body hummed with that delicious post-fuck glow—thighs pleasantly sore, core still fluttering—but the hunger was already stirring again, low and insistent. I loved sex. Craved it like oxygen. The stretch, the slick heat, the filthy promises growled against my ear, the way a man completely lost himself inside me. Nothing else made me feel so powerfully, deliciously alive.A sharp knock rattled my bedroom door.“Sadie Grace! Open this door right now!” My mother’s voice sliced through the air, shrill with the holy terror she’d honed to a fine edge over the years.I sighed, rolling out of bed and shrugging into a thin silk robe that barely skimmed the curve of my ass. “Coming, Mom.”The second I cracked the door, my parents stormed in like a righteous whirlwind. Dad’s face glowed beet-red beneath his graying beard, Bible clutched in one meaty fist like a battle axe

  • MY PLEASURE, SIR!    MOAN FOR US (Cousins Cum Time)

    The words had barely left Ben’s mouth when I felt fresh heat pooling between my legs despite the exhaustion weighing down every limb. Round three. My body was already a sticky, aching mess—cum drying on my face and tits, leaking steadily from my pussy and ass onto the old basement carpet. I crawled between them on shaky limbs, licking and sucking their softening cocks clean as ordered. The salty, musky taste of our combined fluids coated my tongue, making me whimper softly around Noah’s shaft.“That’s it, cousin whore,” Noah praised mockingly, his fingers tangled in my messy hair. “Get every drop. You made the mess, now clean it up like the family cumrag you are.”Chris chuckled from the couch, lazily stroking himself back to hardness while watching me. “Look at her go. Five minutes ago she was screaming and now she’s eagerly sucking cock like it’s her favorite treat. Pathetic how quickly she broke.”I flushed with shame, but my pussy clenched anyway. The thunderstorm had quieted to a

  • MY PLEASURE, SIR!    I WANT THAT PUSSY (On His Command)

    Victor settled deeper into the leather armchair, legs spread comfortably, and gestured toward the open space in front of him. The study lights had been dimmed further, casting warm shadows across the room. Ryan sat across from them on the wide sofa, hands resting on his knees, trying to appear calm

  • MY PLEASURE, SIR!    CREAM MY COFFEE (A Hot Nursing Mother)

    We lay tangled in his sheets for only a few minutes before the ache in my breasts returned, fuller and heavier than before. The orgasms had stimulated my milk production, and now both tits felt swollen to the point of pain—tight, hot, and leaking steadily onto his chest where I rested against him.

  • MY PLEASURE, SIR!    FUCK ME SENSELESS (A Hot Nursing Mother)

    His grin widened, slow and predatory, as he glanced once more at my sleeping daughter before stepping even closer. His hand brushed the side of the stroller again, almost protective, but his eyes were devouring me.“My place is five minutes from here,” he said, voice low and rough. “Quiet place. Mo

  • MY PLEASURE, SIR!    MILK YOU DRY (A Hot Nursing Mother)

    (This is just fiction. No disrespect to any new moms or nursing mothers.) I pushed the stroller slowly through the wide, brightly lit aisles of the mall, the soft wheels gliding over the polished floor. My baby girl slept peacefully inside, her tiny chest rising and falling under the light blanket

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