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If I had known that Mary’s daughter was an absolute smoke show, I would’ve never forced myself to tag along on this trip.
It’s fucked up that I just came while imagining despicable things about my stepdaughter, but I just dumped my cum into her beverage and have a strange excitement gathering at the prospect of her drinking it.
Her belly is full of my cum, and I want to mark her in every other way I can.
“I’m trying to be a good man, Sophie.” I hum, pressing my nail into the hard muscle. “Must be hard when all I want is to be a bad girl.”
“I’m inside your tight, sweet pussy. How’d that happen, baby?” I shudder at his words. “You like to dream about me. I wanted to be a part of it.”
“I came in your slushie,” I tell her, squeezing my swollen head. “And you drank it all down like a greedy slut for my cum.”
“Sophie, what makes you think I want to let you go?” I lick my drying lips. “She’s your wife.” “And you’re my baby,” he says softly.
I’m not so naive that I don’t know that what Wyatt and I are doing makes us horrible people. But it doesn’t feel horrible in the moment, when we’re together. It feels right, as if this is how it’s supposed to be.
“I’m gonna keep you like this,” he grits out. The short, erratic snap of his hips tells me he’s close. “Naked in my bed, pumping you full of my kids.”
