All Chapters of SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Oh! no😰 I fucked my boyfriend's Dad

He didn't just drive into me; he claimed me. The first thrust was an earthquake. It hit so deep, so hard, that the headboard slammed against the wall with a rhythmic, deafening thud-thud-thud. It shook the very marrow of my bones. "Ah! Fuck—yes! Daddy, please!" I sobbed, my voice cracking under the sheer intensity of the friction. Every time he pulled back, the air felt cold, empty—a cruel tease of deprivation—before he slammed back home, filling me until I felt like I was splitting at the seams. "That’s it, little one," he growled, his voice a low vibration that rattled through my chest. He reached up, his large hand wrapping firmly around my throat. It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but it was heavy, possessive, and electric. It pinned me, kept me steady, like a constant reminder of exactly who was the master here. "Look at me," he commanded, his eyes burning into my soul. "I want you to see exactly what I’m doing to you. I want you to see exactly who’s making you moan like this."

Oh! no😰 I fucked my boyfriend's Dad

My eyes fluttered open. I looked at myself, and… I was in bed. I had always been. But… I was dressed in fresh pajamas. I jerked, turning to see if Roberts was still here. But I saw him instead: my boyfriend, Alex. Alex was there, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching me with that soft, golden look he always had. When he saw my eyes focus, his face lit up. "Hey, sleepyhead," he whispered, leaning down to press a warm, lingering kiss to my forehead. Guilt hit me like a physical weight, crushing my chest. I felt sick, yet beneath the sickness, there was a ghost of a feeling—the ache, the heat, the lingering sensation of his father’s body against mine. I pushed it deep, deep down. "When did you get back?" I asked, my voice raspy. "About thirty minutes ago," he said, smoothing a strand of hair from my face. That means it must have been Robert who dressed me. I tried to sit up, but my legs… “Why didn't you wake me?” I asked. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you. How

Oh! no😰 I fucked my boyfriend's Dad

My hand was trapped between his palm and the scorching heat of his skin. I could feel the blood jumping in his veins. It was thick, hard, and so heavy. My knees felt like they were made of jelly at that point. I tried to pull back, but he just tightened his grip, forcing me to stroke him. "I... I have to go back, Mr. Miller," I whispered, my voice almost a pleading mess. "Go back to what?" he rumbled. He turned me around in his arms but didn't let go of my hand. He kept it right there on him. "To a boy who doesn't know what to do with a woman like you? I heard you moan, but it wasn't as loud as you did this afternoon." I swallowed hard. Was he eavesdropping on me and his son? “You’re getting wet for me, Chloe. I can smell it." "Stop," I gasped, but I didn't move. He didn't listen. He lifted me up and sat me on the edge of his big wooden desk. Papers scattered to the floor. He stepped between my legs, his bare chest a wall of solid muscle in front of my face. He looked down at me

Girl rides S-dad while he talks with mom🍆💦

Rissa pushed open the heavy doors of the top-floor office. The air inside was cool, smelling of expensive leather and her stepfather’s spicy cologne. Julian was sitting behind his massive desk, his eyes fixed on a glowing computer screen. He looked powerful in his dark suit, his tie perfectly straight, exuding the aura of the CEO of Jules Corporation. "I’m here, Daddy!" Rissa said. Her voice was playful as she dropped her school bag on the plush carpet. Julian looked up, and a small smile broke his professional mask. "Rissa. You’re early. I didn't expect you for another hour." "What? You don't miss me?" she teased, walking toward him with a slow, swaying step. Her short plaid school skirt flared slightly with every movement. "I do, of course," he said, his voice dropping an octave. As she reached his side, he didn't hesitate. He pulled the rolling chair back and tugged her onto his lap. Rissa let out a small giggle, settling against his sturdy frame. She could feel the strength i

Girl rides S-dad while he talks with mom 🍆💦

Julian was relentless. He pulled back until he was almost out, then slammed forward with everything he had. The sound of their bodies hitting was like thunder in the quiet office. He was a machine, his breath coming in jagged, animalistic gasps. He started to vary the tempo, grinding his hips in a slow, agonizing circle before resuming the rapid, piston-like strikes that made her vision blur. He reached out to grab the edge of the desk for leverage, his muscles corded and shaking from the effort of maintaining such a brutal speed. "Take it," he growled, his voice thick and unrecognizable. "Take all my cock, Rissa." "I can't... oh god... it’s too much!" she cried out, though her legs only tightened around his waist. The friction was building into a fever pitch, the heat between them nearly unbearable. Julian leaned down, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he let out a low, guttural grunt with every thrust. He wanted her to feel the full weight of him, the sheer power of his possessi

Adventures of Vicky and her daddy

The living room was dark, lit only by the flickering blue light of the large TV screen. Vicky’s mother was sitting on the far end of the sofa, laughing at a joke in the movie. Her stepbrother, Leo, was sprawled on the carpet, munching on popcorn and staring at the screen.Vicky was sitting right next to her stepfather, Greg. A thick, fuzzy blanket covered both of their laps, hiding them from everyone else in the room. Underneath that blanket, Vicky’s heart was racing. She leaned in close to Greg, her shoulder pressing against his."Greg," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "I can’t see the screen well. Can I sit on your thigh? It’s more comfortable."Greg shifted, his eyes darting toward her mother for a split second he knew her so well. "Vicky, there’s plenty of room on the cushion. Just sit still.""Please," she insisted, her hand sliding over his knee under the blanket. "Just for a bit."Greg sighed and nodded. Vicky didn't just sit on his thigh; she straddled it, her weight

Adventures of Vicky and her daddy (movie night, riding night)

Vicky didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Every time she lifted her hips and slammed back down onto Greg’s lap, the friction sent a new wave of heat through her body. Under the thick blanket, their bodies were a mess of sweat and friction. Greg’s hands were clamped onto her waist, his fingers digging into her skin to keep her from bouncing too high."Ohhh... Daddy... yes," Vicky whimpered into his neck. She was moving faster now, her breathing coming in short, ragged hitches. "You’re so deep... Daddy, you’re filling me up so perfectly."Greg’s face was tight. He was staring straight at the TV, but his eyes weren't seeing the movie. They were coated with pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Quiet, Vicky," he hissed, his voice a vibrating rumble in his chest. "If your mom hears you calling me that... if she hears anything...""She won't," Vicky whispered, her teeth grazing his earlobe as she came down hard again. "She’s too busy watching the screen. But you’re watching me, aren't you, Daddy? You’re fe

Adventures of Vicky and her Daddy

The kitchen was bright, filled with the smell of frying eggs and fresh coffee. Vicky’s mom, Sarah, was at the stove, her back to the room as she hummed a happy tune. Greg sat at the kitchen island, his large frame hunched over a plate of toast, staring blankly at the morning news on his tablet. Vicky stepped into the room, her short denim skirt barely covering her thighs. She didn't have any panties on. She could feel the cool air against her skin, a secret that made her smirk. She walked straight toward Greg. Instead of sitting down, she moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck in what looked like a sweet morning hug. "Good morning, Mom," Vicky called out, her voice bright and innocent. "Morning, honey! Did you sleep well?" Sarah asked without turning around, her spatula clicking against the pan. "Oh, I slept wonderfully," Vicky whispered, but her lips were pressed against Greg’s ear. Her hands didn't stay on his shoulders. They slid down his chest, moving past his wa

Adventures of Vicky and her Daddy (To the library Daddy)

Greg’s legs felt like lead as he stood up from the kitchen island. His heart was hammering against his ribs, a heavy, rhythmic thud that drowned out the sound of the morning news. He looked at Sarah. She was busy cleaning a pan, her back still turned, completely unaware that her husband was vibrating with a dangerous, forbidden need. "I'm going to the library to find that book I mentioned," Greg mumbled. His voice was thick, like he had swallowed sand. "Okay, honey," Sarah replied. She didn't even look up. Greg walked down the hallway. Every step felt like a sin. The house was quiet, but the air felt charged, like a storm was about to break. He reached the library door. It was slightly ajar. He pushed it open and stepped inside. The room smelled of old paper and expensive leather. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, but the back corner, near the tall mahogany bookshelves, was draped in shadow. That’s where she was. Vicky was leaning against the shelves. She had her back

Adventures of Vicky and her Daddy (lap dancing)

The night air was thick with the smell of grilled meat, and woodsmoke, and the heavy scent of blooming lilies. It was a backyard party, the kind where the music is just a bit too loud and the drinks flow a bit too fast. Lanterns hung from the trees, casting long, dancing shadows across the space.Greg sat at the head of the long wooden table. Sarah his wife sat a few chairs down, laughing with her sisters.Vicky walked into the light. She wore a sundress that was almost white. She looked around, her eyes landing on the crowded table."Mom, there’s no place for me to sit," Vicky said, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. She sounded like a disappointed child.Sarah looked up, her face flushed from the wine. "Oh, honey, you're right. It’s so packed. Why don't you go let your daddy lap you? There’s plenty of room on Greg’s chair."Greg’s hand froze on his beer bottle. "Sarah, I don't think—""Don't be silly, Greg," Sarah waved him off. "She’s not that weighty. Just for a bit until

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