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[lilangelbud]

She was supposed to be at school. That’s what he thought as he unlocked the front door but the house wasn’t silent. From upstairs, he could hear it—soft, muffled gasps, the creak of a bed frame, and a rhythm that made his pulse quicken. He stood frozen in the doorway, the key still in the lock, his mind racing. That can’t be what I think it is.

But it was. The sounds were unmistakable. She’s here. His daughter. She’s— He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He should have turned around. He should have left, pretended he hadn’t heard anything. But his feet moved on their own, carrying him up the stairs, step by step, each creak of the wood beneath his shoes making his heart pound harder.

The door to her room was slightly ajar, and the sounds were clearer now—little whimpers, the slick sound of her fingers moving between her legs, the soft moans she couldn’t hold back. He could see her through the crack in the door, lying on her bed, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other buried between her thighs. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.

He should have stopped. He should have walked away. But he didn’t. He pushed the door open, just enough to step inside, and said, “Keep going.”

Her eyes flew open, her body freezing in an instant. She stared at him, her face flushed, her chest heaving. “Dad?!” she gasped, her voice trembling. She tried to sit up, to cover herself, but he stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers.

“I said, keep going,” he repeated, his voice low, firm. He could see the confusion, the fear, the flicker of something else in her eyes. She hesitated, her hand still pressed between her legs, her body trembling. “Don’t stop,” he said, softer this time. “Let me see you.”

She didn’t move, didn’t breathe, her wide eyes fixed on him. He could see the war in her mind, the way her body was torn between pulling away and giving in. Slowly, nervously, her fingers began to move again, her eyes never leaving his. She was so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet there was a defiance in her gaze, a willingness to let him see her like this.

He stepped closer, his eyes roaming over her body—the way her legs were spread, the way her fingers worked her pussy, the way her breath hitched with each touch. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard, her body so sensitive, so alive. He could see the wetness glistening on her fingers, the way her hips moved with each stroke, the way her body was begging for release.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his hand brushing against her thigh, and she flinched, her breath catching. “Relax,” he said, his touch gentle, reassuring. “Just let me watch.”

Her fingers slowed, her body tense, her eyes wide and uncertain. But when he didn’t stop, when he kept staring at her, kept touching her, she began to move again, her fingers sliding through her wetness, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps. He watched her, his hand resting on her thigh, his thumb brushing against her skin, sending shivers through her body.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body was trembling with every touch. His fingers moved higher, brushing against her hand, against the slickness between her legs. She gasped, her hips lifting, her body arching into his touch.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice breaking, her eyes pleading. But he didn’t stop. His fingers joined hers, sliding through her wetness, exploring her, teasing her. She was so soft, so warm, so ready. He could feel her trembling, her body so close to the edge.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just feel it.”

His fingers pushed into her, slowly, gently, and she gasped, her body arching, her hands clutching the sheets. He could feel how tight she was, how untouched, and the thought of it made his cock harden, his desire burning hotter. He moved his fingers inside her, her wetness coating them, her body clenching around him.

“Oh god…” she moaned, her hips moving with his hand, her body so sensitive, so desperate. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming faster, her body trembling with each thrust of his fingers.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Let go.”

Her body tightened, her breath catching, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body shaking with the force of it. He held her, his fingers still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until her body went limp, her breath slowing, her eyes fluttering closed.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, her wetness coating them, and he brought them to his lips, tasting her. She watched him, her eyes wide, her body still trembling. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, and she gasped, her body stiffening. But when he didn’t pull away, when his lips pressed against hers, she softened, her lips parting, her body melting into his.

His hand moved to his belt, unfastening it, pulling his cock free. He was so hard, so ready, and when he pressed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy, she gasped, her body tensing.

“Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear. But she didn’t push him away, didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she reached up, her hands resting on his chest, her body trembling with anticipation.

He pushed into her slowly, carefully, the tightness of her pussy making him groan. She gasped, her body arching, her hands clutching his chest. She was so tight, so warm, so perfect. He moved deeper, her wetness coating him, her body stretching to take him in.

“Relax, baby” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Just breathe.”

She nodded, her breath shaky, her body trembling. He moved slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust, to feel him inside her. She was so small, so fragile, and the thought of taking her virginity made his cock twitch, his desire burning hotter.

He began to move, his hips rocking against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She gasped with each thrust, her body arching, her hands clutching his chest. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her body trembling with each thrust.

“Oh god daddy…” she moaned, her hips moving with his, her body so sensitive, so desperate. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming faster, her body trembling with each thrust of his cock.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Such a pretty baby.”

Her body tightened, her breath catching, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around his cock, her body shaking with the force of it. He held her, his cock still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until her body went limp, her breath slowing, her eyes fluttering closed.

He moved inside her again, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, her body still trembling from her orgasm. He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock twitching inside her. He thrust deeper, harder, his body pressing against hers, his lips brushing against her neck.

“Oh god…” he groaned, his cock twitching inside her, his orgasm washing over him. He came hard, his cum filling her pussy, his body trembling with the force of it. He held her, his cock still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until his body went limp, his breath slowing, his eyes fluttering closed.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breath slowing, their hearts racing. He pulled out slowly, her wetness coating him, and he rolled onto his back, pulling her into his arms. She lay against him, her body trembling, her breath shaky.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear. But she didn’t push him away, didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she buried her face in his chest, her body trembling with fear and desire.

He held her, his hand stroking her hair, his lips brushing against her forehead. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m here. Daddy's here.”

[sluttylittlebaby]

too scared of boys..

all of this is theory, im a little virgin :(

[silli3-slvt]

Getting choked and slapped while being fucked hard from behind, pathetically begging him to stop. Feeling the sting of his hand on my ass as he calls me a dirty little slut. “You like that, don’t you? Stupid little toy, you fucking asked for this you know? All those slutty things you like to post online, the tiny clothes you choose to wear. I mean really its hardly r@pe, is it?” he growls in my ear. “You love being my little whore, and you cant deny it.”

[lilangelbud]

Soooo, if your still open to requests I have one: It’s a dad/daughter or dad/daughter/brother, whatever you feel more comfortable with.

Either one or two of them showers and the other joins. They gave some „fun“. The mom later enters the bathroom looking for the daughter but dad (and brother) can’t stop moving. They have to cover the daughters mouth. Mom is oblivious and glad that the dad is still so comfortable to shower with his son. Hehehe :)

The steam rose thick and heavy in the bathroom, fogging up the mirror and curling around the edges of the shower curtain. The sound of water hitting tile filled the room, a steady rhythm that seemed to echo the pounding in her chest. She stood under the stream, eyes closed as the warmth cascaded over her skin, but she wasn’t alone. Her father stepped in behind her, his presence instantly making the space feel smaller, more intimate. His hands found her hips, sliding around to her stomach, pulling her back against him. She could feel the hard press of him against the curve of her ass, and a shiver ran through her that had nothing to do with the water temperature.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured into her ear, his lips brushing the side of her neck. His breath was hot, contrasting with the coolness of the shower spray, and she tilted her head to give him better access. His hands moved upward, cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples until they peaked under his touch. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as she felt herself growing wetter by the second.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling as his fingers trailed down her stomach, dipping between her thighs. He parted her folds, exploring her with a practiced ease that made her knees weak. She leaned back against him for support, her breath hitching as he found her clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure.

“Shh,” he soothed, kissing her neck again, his teeth grazing her skin. “Let me take care of you.”

She nodded, her hands gripping the tile wall as he continued to play with her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. The water ran over their bodies, mixing with the slickness between her legs, and she bit down harder on her lip to keep from crying out. But just as she was about to tip over, the bathroom door creaked open.

Her brother stepped in, shirtless and carrying a towel slung over his shoulder. He smirked when he saw them in the shower together, his eyes trailing over her wet, naked form. “Looks like I’m not the only one who needed to wash up,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.

She felt her cheeks flush, but her father didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead, he pulled her closer, his fingers still working her clit as he spoke. “Join us,” he invited, his tone casual, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

Her brother didn’t need to be told twice. He dropped his towel and stepped into the shower, the space now feeling even more cramped. His hands immediately found her waist, his lips pressing against her shoulder as he kissed her. “You’re always so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his voice low and rough.

She moaned softly, her head falling back against her father’s chest as her brother’s hands joined in, exploring her body with a hunger that matched her own. His lips trailed up her neck, capturing hers in a heated kiss that left her breathless. She could feel his hardness pressing against her hip, and the knowledge that both of them wanted her, desired her, was almost too much to bear.

Her father’s fingers slipped inside her, curling in just the right way to hit that spot that made her see stars. She gasped into her brother’s mouth, her hips arching into his touch as pleasure coursed through her. “That’s it,” her father murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Let us make you feel good.”

Her brother’s hands moved down to her ass, squeezing and pulling her hips back so she could feel the full length of him against her. “You’re dripping,” he said, his voice tight with need. “I want to feel you.”

She nodded, her mind foggy with lust as her father’s fingers continued to work her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her brother positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of him pressing against her slick folds. He didn’t wait, sliding into her with one smooth thrust that made her cry out.

“Fuck,” she breathed, her hands clenching into fists against the tile as he filled her completely. He started to move, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that matched her father’s fingers. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pleasure building inside her like a storm ready to break.

Her father’s free hand roamed her body, touching her everywhere he could reach, while her brother focused on the spot just inside her that made her see stars. She was caught between them, her body pulsing with pleasure as they both took turns driving her higher and higher.

But then the bathroom door opened again, and this time it was their mother who stepped in. “Honey, have you seen—“ she started, stopping short when she saw them in the shower.

The daughter’s eyes widened in alarm, but her father and brother didn’t stop. Instead, her father clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans, while her brother kept thrusting into her, his hips moving relentlessly.

“Oh, sorry,” their mother said, her voice cheerful and oblivious. “I was just looking for you. I’m glad to see you’re all... getting along so well.”

She backed out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and the daughter let out a muffled whimper as her brother’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder, faster.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

Her father’s fingers continued to work her clit, his other hand still covering her mouth as he whispered in her ear. “Come for us, baby. Let us feel you.”

[gospelica-deactivated20250423]

cw drugging, somno, non con, incest with dad toji

sometimes dad!toji just can’t put up with your shit. your whining and begging and bratty fucking attitude that gives him headaches through the night. you always need something or want something else and he just wants a night of peace to have an orgasm and drink a beer or something.

so what if he slipped something into your drink at dinner time? it’s just to help you get to sleep, to help him get some time to himself. he didn’t know it would work so soon! and now you’re passed out on the couch with your shirt all hiked up to expose your tummy and you won’t wake up no matter how hard he tries to get you to haul ass up to bed.

okay and so what if it’s been a long time since he’s had sex. yeah he goes out a lot but he can’t bring anyone home when his daughters in the next room! he’s got needs, and you’re just… there. and you look beautiful, like your mother, and tojis dick is hard and he doesn’t know how to feel about it.

he’s not a moral man. and he weighs the cons of sticking his dick in you: one being that you can’t consent passed out like this, two being that you’re his fucking daughter, and three being that it’s a real knock to his ego if he has to drug his daughter to get laid.

but he’s not a moral man. and you’re touchy with him, he knows what you fantasise about at night when you touch yourself under the covers. as if he’s not jerking himself off in the next room while he hears your pretty moans calling for dad… he knows.

and god do you feel good. even with your shirts pulled down just over your thighs and his messy cock head rubbing through your sticky folds. you feel so good, in fact, that your poor dad cums the second he gets the tip inside of you. it’s a mess—of his cum, of your arousal… he doesn’t know what to do!

maybe he should have cleaned it up. he could have wiped you down and changed your shirts and carried you up to bed. you wouldn’t have known a thing. but there’s something sick in your father that makes him pull your shirts up to be stained by his bitter cum. you’ll wake up in the morning, weirdly groggy and still on the couch, and wonder if the sticky mess between your legs is all your own doing… or if daddy really likes you back :(((

[ridingthatd-deactivated20251015]

nanami kento was a composed man.

but something about seeing your round pregnant belly did something to him- the way your belly was swollen with his seed did something to his cock.

it drove him crazy how your body started changing as soon as you got pregnant.

your body became so soft, every inch of you was plumpy especially your dirty little pussy. he was in awe at how puffy and sore it became, how red and sensitive your little fat clit was. the way your pussy lips became so swollen.

how you became so sensitive, reacting to every little touch he gives you. just as much as him gently rubbing your swollen clit would have you spraying your hot juice all over the bed sheets.

and don't get him started on your huge swollen tits. they were so sensitive, so full leaking milk everywhere. just the sight of your red perky nipples has the veins on his fat cock throbbing in need.

nanami kento has become so nasty.

so nasty asking you to give him a boob job, spraying your milk on his fat cock as you slide it between your sensitive tits. his dick would be coated with your milk having him shaking under you from how filthy it is.

"ngh-! fuck just like that". kento groans as he squeeze your fat nipples between his fingers spraying your warm milk all over his leaking cock.

as soon as he feels your hot milk on his sensitive leaking tip his cum burst everywhere.

he gaze through heavy eyelids at the filthy sight of your milk mixing with his cum.

nanami growls before picking you up and slamming his fat cock inside your swollen pussy.

"ahhhhhh-! na-nanami". you scream your pussy gripping so tightly on his cock causing nanami to hiss in pain and pleasure.

the walls of your pussy were so sticky and slimey, he was hitting your sensitive cervix with each thrust.

"you wanna cum on daddy's cock? yea?". kento coo at you pushing your legs further into your body, placing them next to your head.

the position gape your pussy wider for him, his fat cock was hitting every sensitive spot inside of you while he takes your wet tongue inside his mouth and suckle on it.

you eagerly nod, wanting him to fill your puffy pussy with his boiling seeds. his thick cock was stretching the gummy walls of your pussy driving you crazy.

"then milk daddy's cock for him like a good little slut". he growls as he leans back, the string of spit was still connecting your tongues.

your body violently trembles, eyes crossed.

"fuck! fuck! fuck!" nanami whimpers at how tightly your pussy was milking his dick.

your arch your body before hot fluid start spraying everywhere from both your swollen pussy and nipples.

kento whines his cock was about to explode from the filthy sight in front of him. your nipples were gushing milk out from the force of your orgasm.

coating him with your milk and cum.

nanami immediately take one of your fat nipples in his mouth, sweet, so sweet, so sweet.

nanami repeats to himself, hips rocking into your sticky pussy before he spills with a grunt inside of you.

"im going to fuck a twin inside of you". nanami promise with a huff.

[sluttylittlebaby]

bent over the pool table as they watch

[paperdolllss]

[morninglewds]

[yourpetbrother-deactivated20250]

dad that mounts you like a dog, pressing you into the mattress on your tummy while rutting into your little hole with his fat dadcock and grunting and groaning into your ear. dad who pins you down in a mating press and fucks you like he's feral, biting your shoulder hard. dad who humps your ass like a dog in rut for a solid 3 minutes before finally fucking into you, breeding you deep inside

[lilangelbud]

Hiiii🤭🤭 got this idea of an icky family where daddy controls mommy n their little girl n little girl is punished by not being allowed to touch while hearing her mommy cum n mona in pleasure n daddy teasing her

n i loved that story you wrote about thanking daddy for spanking!! your stories are amazing uwu

The house was quiet, too quiet, and she knew what that meant. Her stomach clenched as she lay in bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her body tense. It was happening again. The soft creak of the floorboards down the hall, the low murmur of voices—his voice—sharp and commanding, and then the muffled whimper of her mother’s reply. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to disappear, to dissolve into the mattress, but it was no use. The sounds were already beginning.

Her father’s voice cut through the silence like a knife. “Come here,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

She froze, her breath hitching in her chest. He wasn’t talking to her. No, not tonight. Tonight was her mother’s turn. Her mother’s punishment. Or was it? It was hard to tell anymore. The rules in this house were fluid, shifting like sand beneath her feet, and she never knew when the tide would turn and sweep her under.

The bed in the next room groaned under their weight, the sound echoing through the thin walls. Her mother’s soft whimper turned into a low moan, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. She knew that sound. She’d heard it a hundred times before, but it never got any easier to bear. It was a sound of pleasure, of surrender, but also of pain. A sound that made her skin crawl and her stomach twist into knots.

Her father’s voice was low and taunting now. “You like that, don’t you?” he said, his words dripping with malice. “You like it when I make you feel this way.”

Her mother’s response was a strained whisper, barely audible through the walls. “Yes.”

The word hung in the air like a curse, and she felt her own body react, a flush of heat spreading through her despite herself. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms, trying to focus on the pain instead of the sounds—the rhythmic creak of the bed, the wet slap of skin against skin, her mother’s moans growing louder, more desperate.

“Good,” her father said, his voice dark and smug. “Because you’re going to take it. You’re going to take every last bit of it, just like you always do.”

Her mother’s moans turned into gasps, short and sharp, and then a low, keening wail that made her heart race. She clenched her legs together, her thighs trembling, her body betraying her in ways she couldn’t control. She hated this. She hated the way her body reacted, the way her skin felt too tight, the way her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. She hated that she couldn’t stop listening, couldn’t block out the sounds that filled the house like a fog.

And then, just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, her father’s voice cut through the chaos again, sharp and cruel. “You hear that, little girl?” he called out, his words slicing through the walls like a blade.

She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. He was talking to her now.

“You hear what happens when you’re a good girl? When you do what you’re told? That’s what you get. That’s what you could have if you just learned to behave.”

Her breath caught in her throat, her body going rigid. He was taunting her. He was mocking her, using her mother’s pleasure—her pain—as a weapon against her.

“But you’re not a good girl, are you?” he continued, his voice dripping with menace. “You’re a naughty little thing. And naughty girls don’t get to touch themselves. Naughty girls don’t get to feel good. Naughty girls have to listen.”

She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. She could hear the smile in his voice, the smug satisfaction of knowing he had her right where he wanted her. Trapped. Helpless.

Her mother’s moans intensified, her cries growing louder, more frantic, as if she were trying to drown out his words. But it was no use. His voice was everywhere, filling the room, filling her head, until it was all she could hear.

“You want to touch yourself, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice low and cruel. “You want to feel good, just like Mommy does. But you can’t. Because you’re a naughty girl. And naughty girls don’t get what they want.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out his words, but they only seemed to grow louder, more insistent. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release, but she knew she couldn’t give in. He would know. He always knew.

“That’s right,” he said, his voice almost a whisper now, but no less menacing. “You’re going to lie there and listen. You’re going to listen to Mommy moan and scream and cum, and you’re going to do nothing. Because that’s what naughty girls deserve.”

Her mother’s cries reached a fever pitch, her moans turning into shrieks as she reached her climax. The sound was almost unbearable, a symphony of pleasure and pain that made her body ache with need. She bit down harder on her lip, drawing blood, trying to focus on the pain instead of the overwhelming desire coursing through her.

But it was no use.

“You see that?” her father said, his voice cold and mocking. “That’s what you’ll never have. Not until you learn to be a good girl.”

She could feel the tears streaming down her face, hot and bitter, but she didn’t dare make a sound. She knew better than to cry out, to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was hurting her.

“You’ll never be like Mommy,” he continued, his voice dripping with disdain. “Not until you learn your place.”

The sound of his voice was suddenly drowned out by another moan from her mother, a low, guttural sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. She clenched her fists tighter, her nails digging into her palms, trying to focus on the pain instead of the overwhelming need that was consuming her.

But it was no use.

“Goodnight, little girl,” her father said, his voice cold and final. “Sweet dreams.”

The bed creaked as he climbed off, the sound of his footsteps receding down the hall. The house was quiet again, too quiet, and she lay there, her body trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

She knew it wasn’t over.

It was never over.

[lilangelbud]

He knelt before her, his hands trembling as they rested on her thighs, his breath hot and uneven against her skin. She stood above him, her hips slightly cocked, her body exuding a power that made him weak. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t even blink. She was all he could see, all he could think about.

“Look at you,” she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed dominance. Her fingers slid through his hair, gripping slightly, forcing his head back just enough to meet her gaze. “So desperate. Aren’t you, Daddy?”

He whimpered, a low, guttural sound that escaped his throat unbidden. His hands tightened on her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there, as if he could anchor himself to her. But he was already lost, adrift in the intoxicating pull of her presence.

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice breaking. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against her stomach, his lips brushing the fabric of her skirt. “Yes, angel. You’re… so perfect.”

She laughed, a light, melodic sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Perfect for you,” she corrected, her voice teasing. Her fingers tightened in his hair again, pulling him closer. “Now, show me how much you mean it.”

His hands slid up her thighs, trembling as they went, until they reached the hem of her skirt. He hesitated for just a moment, his breath hitching, before he pushed the fabric up, revealing the smooth skin beneath. His breath caught in his throat, and he let out a shuddering exhale as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the inside of her thigh.

She let out a soft sigh, her fingers tightening in his hair again, urging him on. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped her hips now, pulling her closer, his mouth moving hungrily against her skin. He kissed her thigh, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake, before he finally reached the apex of her legs. He paused for just a moment, his breath hot against her, before he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.

She gasped, her body jerking slightly at the sudden sensation, and her grip on his hair tightened. “Oh, fuck,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. “That’s it, Daddy. Just like that.”

He groaned against her, the sound muffled by her flesh, and then he was lost. His tongue moved against her in slow, deliberate strokes, each one eliciting a soft cry from her lips. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her still as he devoured her, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

“So perfect,” he moaned, his voice muffled against her. “So perfect for me, angel.”

She whimpered, her body trembling as she pressed herself closer to his mouth. Her hands moved from his hair to the back of his head, holding him in place as she ground herself against his face. “Yes,” she hissed, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Yes, Daddy. Just like that.”

He bucked slightly, his hips jerking against the bed as he lost himself in her, his tongue moving faster, more urgently. His hands roamed over her body, sliding up her sides before gripping her hips again, pulling her even closer. He needed her, needed all of her, and he didn’t care if he suffocated in the process.

She moaned, her head falling back as she pressed herself harder against his mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling slightly, and she let out a low, keening cry as she felt herself teetering on the edge. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His tongue moved against her in slow, deliberate circles, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she was sure there would be bruises later. But she didn’t care. She loved it.

“You’re mine,” he moaned, his voice muffled against her. “All mine, angel.”

She cried out, her body trembling as she came, her fingers tightening in his hair as she ground herself against his face. He groaned against her, his hands gripping her hips as he rode out the waves of her pleasure with her, his tongue never stopping.

When she finally came down, her body still trembling, she looked down at him, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. He looked up at her, his lips slick with her, his eyes wide and desperate.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “So perfect for me, angel.”

She smiled down at him, her fingers sliding through his hair again, and then she leaned down, her lips brushing against his. “And you’re all mine,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Now, get up here.”

He hesitated for just a moment, his eyes wide, and then he was moving, his hands gripping her hips as he stood, pulling her against him. His lips crashed against hers, hungry and desperate, and she melted into him, her hands sliding up his chest as she kissed him back.

The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, heavy and uneven, and then she pulled away, her eyes dark with need. “Now,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Take me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands slid down her body, gripping her hips as he pushed her back onto the bed, his lips never leaving hers. She moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding up his back as he pressed himself against her, his body trembling with need.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against her lips, his voice trembling. “All mine, angel.”

She smiled up at him, her hands sliding down his back, and then she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “All yours,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Now, show me.”

He groaned, his hips pressing against hers, and then he was lost.

[thespearofblongibus]

there is something so deeply incestuous when daughters are forced into the wife role because mom left or died or something. I don't have the rights words for it, but it's so hot to me how she is "the only woman in her dad's life", and dad won't seek out other women for some reason.

Now it would be 20x hotter if he also bent her over the counter and fucked her all night because he couldn't keep up the facade that he wasn't a little bit attracted to this fact 😵‍💫

[sluttylittlebaby]

ugh imagine a threesme with your older brother that has been sooo protective of you and your dad that's just this big masculine guy and big brother is just a younger version of daddy. all touchy feely. whispering sweet and perverted things making me cry a river ugh 😩😫

[sluttylittlebaby]

want my daddy to love me like he did mommy. kisses up my tummy. my pretty neck. i want daddy to be the one in my holes making me cry from overstim so bad. just crawling in my bed and asleep him using my little holes

[sluttylittlebaby]

oh im sorry daddy, big brother, im a little too shy to respond 🫣 but i always read them daddy, big bro

[ettuubrutus-deactivated20250411]

Moaning out "please dad, please please please" in a whisper while he's fucking me very slowly with a hand on my stomach and talking on the phone with mom at the same time :3