All Chapters of All… For My Daddies! : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Dianne.I was still completely smeared all over with Daddy’s cum when he made me sit on his desk instantly, spreading my legs so wide for him. I instinctively lay back on the table, propping myself up on my elbows, my chest heaving, breasts full and heavy, nipples aching and pointing straight up at him.He stepped right between my spread thighs, his eyes dark with hunger. One hand loosened my robe, letting it fall open completely. His large palms immediately cupped my breasts, squeezing them so tightly it made me scream.“Oh Daddy, please…” I cried out, the pressure sending sparks straight to my clit.His fingers found my cunt next. He slipped one thick finger inside, curling it deep before thrusting in and out, slow and deliberate at first, coating himself in my slick. Then he leaned his head down, spreading my legs even wider with his strong hands, holding my thighs apart as he dragged his thick tongue in a slow, torturous circle around my clit.The first touch of his hot mouth

His wife laughed softly on the line. “That’s good to hear. I was a little worried she might feel out of place. Make sure she feels welcome, okay? And tell Simon to call me. I miss you both.”“I miss you too,” Raymond said, his voice dropping as he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my tits. He started fucking me harder, deeper, his hips snapping forward with wet, obscene sounds. “You have no idea how much. I’ve had to take care of myself a few times thinking about you… well, currently I am doing so. Could you come back soon?”I had to clamp both hands over my mouth now as he railed me, his cock slamming into my pussy with rough, possessive strokes. The desk creaked beneath me. My legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as I tried not to scream.“Oh my God, I miss you too,” his wife said warmly. “I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise. I love you, baby.”“I love you too,” he replied, his voice strained as he pounded into me faster. The moment the call ended, he

Daniel.I wanted to be fucked so hard.God, I wanted the ache in my cock to finally be satisfied. The throbbing had intensified so violently it felt like my dick was going to burst through my shorts. Every heartbeat sent another pulse of heat straight to my groin, making my hole clench around nothing, begging to be filled, stretched, used. I was leaking precum already, a wet spot forming in my underwear as I tried — and failed — to focus on anything else.Nothing about football or the small toy behind the cabinets Aaron was talking about seemed to get into my head.The only thing I could focus on, the only damn thing in this whole room, was the outline of Aaron’s dick from the new grey sweatpants he was wearing now. The thick, heavy shape was unmistakable, hanging heavy against his thigh, the fabric clinging to it just enough to show the ridge of the head and the way it twitched when he moved. Small hairs trailed from his deep V-line down into the waistband, disappearing under

Daniel.“Spread your legs for me…” Aaron growled, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of my neck, biting down just hard enough to send electric shocks racing through every nerve in my body.I couldn’t breathe. Not with his hand still slowly stroking my aching cock, his thumb smearing the steady leak of precum over the swollen head. My legs fell open wide for him, so fucking wide, knees bending as I gave in completely.Aaron shifted lower, tugging my singlet aside with his teeth before latching onto my left nipple. He sucked hard, his tongue rolling and flicking over the sensitive bud while his hand kept pumping my dick in long, torturous strokes.“Fuck… oh my God…” A broken cry tore out of me, my back arching sharply off the bed.“Does it feel good?” he murmured against my chest, switching to the other nipple and sucking even harder, teeth grazing the stiff peak. “How does my hand feel on your cock, Dannie?”“It feels so good… so fucking good,” I whimpered, my voice cracki

Daniel.What did they say about fucking your own family? That they taste like sin? That once you cross that line, there’s no going back because the forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter, darker, more addictive? That the guilt only makes the pleasure sharper, hotter, more devastating? We all know how sins taste — they linger on the tongue, burn in the throat, and leave you craving another bite even when you know it’ll ruin you.And right now, I was drowning in it.Aaron twisted me around without warning, pressing a firm hand between my shoulder blades until my chest hit the mattress. My ass lifted high, back arched deeply, completely exposed to him. He spread my cheeks wide with both strong hands, thumbs digging into the flesh as he held me open.“Fuck… look at this pretty ass,” he growled, voice thick with hunger.A thick, warm glob of saliva landed directly on my rim. I shivered violently. Then his tongue was there — hot, wet, and relentless. He licked broad stripes over m