Yesterday, 11:52 PM
Her voice turned into a desperate, filthy beg. “Daddy, please—lay your naughty little girl next to my sleeping husband,” she gasped loudly, pulling him closer, her hand stroking his massive bulge. “Put me against him, pound this married daughter’s cunt with your huge fucking cock while I press into his side. Fill me again like last time—flood my womb with your hot, thick jizz right next to my hubby!” Mike, his eyes blazing with lust, scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her trembling body across the room. He positioned her carefully on the couch, her sweat-soaked back pressed firmly against my “sleeping” chest, her red, stinging ass grinding against my thigh, the tiny pleated skirt flipped up to her waist. Radha’s almond eyes locked onto mine through my slitted lids, a wicked, knowing grin spreading across her lips as she felt my manhood throb against her. She reached out, grabbing my hands tightly, intertwining our fingers, her gaze burning with love and depravity as Mike remained oblivious to my act.
Mike knelt before her, his hands gripping the waistband of the cotton panties. With a savage growl, he tore the crotch open in one brutal rip, the soft fabric shredding to expose her dripping, married core, the pink bow now dangling uselessly at her hip. “Daddy’s ripping his little girl’s panties,” Radha screamed, “open your sweet muffin’s slutty cunt for that monster cock!” Mike freed his massive, veiny cock—thick as her wrist, pulsating with need—and rubbed the swollen head against her clit, teasing her mercilessly. The slick tip glided over her sensitive nub, smearing her juices and his pre-cum, making her hips buck wildly. “Beg for it, my naughty daughter,” he snarled, slapping his cock against her clit, each wet smack drawing a desperate moan. Radha’s screams filled the room, “Please, Daddy—shove that huge fucking cock in your little girl’s married pussy! I need it, I’m your cock-hungry sweet muffin—fuck me raw!” Her begging was frantic, her core clenching visibly, desperate for him.
Mike positioned the head at her entrance, and I watched, transfixed, as his monster cock began to stretch my sweet wife’s married vagina. The thick shaft forced her lips apart, inch by agonizing inch, her light brown folds gripping it like a vice, the cotton panties framing the obscene sight. Radha’s scream was wild, animalistic, “Daddy’s splitting his little girl’s tight cunt—oh fuck, it’s too big!” as he impaled her fully, his cock plunging deep into her womb with one brutal thrust, her body jolting against mine. Her core stretched impossibly wide, the veins on his shaft pulsing against her walls, her juices squirting around him. She squeezed my hands tighter, her almond eyes locked on mine, a mix of ecstasy and love as she felt every inch. Mike, unaware of my consciousness, groaned loudly, “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, my sweet muffin—gripping Daddy’s cock like a fucking vice, even in my daughter’s torn panties!” He began pounding her with savage force, each thrust slamming her against me, the couch creaking violently, her breasts bouncing from the ripped blouse, nipples grazing my arm.
“Daddy’s wrecking his little girl’s married cunt next to her drunk husband!” Radha howled, her dirty talk loud and public, her core gushing around his shaft, squirting onto my thigh and soaking the torn cotton. Mike gripped her hips, spanking her red ass with every thrust, the slaps echoing. “Take it, you filthy daughter,” he roared, his cock stretching her obscenely. Radha’s orgasms exploded one after another, her body convulsing against me, “I’m cumming on Daddy’s fat dick—wreck your sweet muffin’s cunt next to my sleeping man!” Her screams were deliberate, teasing me as my manhood throbbed against her back. “Fill your little girl again, Daddy—pump your scalding load into my womb, breed your nasty whore while my husband’s pressed against me!” Mike’s climax erupted, his cock pulsating violently as he unleashed thick, endless ropes of cum into her womb, flooding her so completely it overflowed in creamy streams down her thighs, soaking the couch, my leg, the pleated skirt, and the torn cotton panties. “Take every drop, my sweet muffin,” he roared, pumping deep, his groans guttural as he forced it all in, her body shuddering against mine.
As he caught his breath, still buried inside her, Mike murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, “I’ve wanted this for so long, Radha—fucking you in my daughter’s uniform, right next to your husband. I have more of her old dresses—tiny skirts, crop tops, even her old bikinis. I want to do this again, dress you up, punish my sweet muffin over and over.” Radha moaned softly, her body still trembling, “Yes, Daddy—bring them all, make me your little girl every time.” Mike slowly withdrew, his cock glistening with their combined essence, and dressed with a smirk. Radha, her legs shaky, walked him to the door, the torn uniform clinging to her sweat-soaked body, cum dripping down her thighs. At the threshold, she kissed him deeply, her tongue entwining with his, then slowly peeled off the cum-soaked cotton panties, the torn crotch dangling. She pressed them into his hand, purring, “Keep your daughter’s panties, Daddy—to remember how much you loved and lusted for your sweet muffin, how you wrecked her married cunt.” Mike took them, then pulled her close again, his voice low and confessional. “Radha, I’ve had these kinky fantasies about my own daughter for years—touching her, punishing her, fucking her in these clothes. You enacting it tonight… it felt so fucking good, better than I ever imagined. I like you more now, lust you more—I’m obsessed. Both you and your husband are so lucky to have you in our lives, this filthy, perfect slut wife.” Radha smiled wickedly, kissing him once more before he left.
Radha curled against me on the couch, the ripped college blouse hanging open, skirt flipped up, her ass red and stinging. “You felt it all, didn’t you, you filthy genius?” she purred, her fingers scooping Mike’s cum from her core, slurping it down with a moan. “Daddy carried me, rested me against you, ripped his little girl’s panties, teased my clit until I begged, then stretched my married pussy with that monster cock—gripping it like a vice, impaling my womb while I held your hands, looking into your eyes. He thought you were out cold, praising how tight I was in his daughter’s torn panties, confessing his fantasies about his real daughter and how good it felt with me, saying he lusts me more now, that we’re both lucky to have me.” I “woke,” pulling her close, my cock hard and soaked. “I loved every second, Radha—invite him again.” Our love burned brighter, her depravity my eternal flame.
She nestled closer, her sweat-drenched body pressed against mine, the torn uniform clinging to her curves. Her fingers scooped another thick glob of Mike’s cum, smearing it across my lips before licking it clean herself with a moan. “Fuck, darling,” she whispered, her voice raw and dripping with depravity, “Daddy’s thick, stinking jizz is oozing out of his sweet muffin’s ruined cunt like a fucking river, and I’m licking it up like the filthy whore I am. That spanking, that carrying, resting me against you, ripping his daughter’s panties, teasing my clit until I begged, then stretching my pussy so wide I screamed—it was pure fucking heaven.” She pressed her lips to my ear, her breath hot, her almond eyes blazing with taboo lust. “You know, darling, I’ve always had this Daddy-daughter fantasy—being punished, spanked raw, fucked like a little girl by a man who owns me. Tonight, with Mike, it was everything I dreamed of.”
Mike knelt before her, his hands gripping the waistband of the cotton panties. With a savage growl, he tore the crotch open in one brutal rip, the soft fabric shredding to expose her dripping, married core, the pink bow now dangling uselessly at her hip. “Daddy’s ripping his little girl’s panties,” Radha screamed, “open your sweet muffin’s slutty cunt for that monster cock!” Mike freed his massive, veiny cock—thick as her wrist, pulsating with need—and rubbed the swollen head against her clit, teasing her mercilessly. The slick tip glided over her sensitive nub, smearing her juices and his pre-cum, making her hips buck wildly. “Beg for it, my naughty daughter,” he snarled, slapping his cock against her clit, each wet smack drawing a desperate moan. Radha’s screams filled the room, “Please, Daddy—shove that huge fucking cock in your little girl’s married pussy! I need it, I’m your cock-hungry sweet muffin—fuck me raw!” Her begging was frantic, her core clenching visibly, desperate for him.
Mike positioned the head at her entrance, and I watched, transfixed, as his monster cock began to stretch my sweet wife’s married vagina. The thick shaft forced her lips apart, inch by agonizing inch, her light brown folds gripping it like a vice, the cotton panties framing the obscene sight. Radha’s scream was wild, animalistic, “Daddy’s splitting his little girl’s tight cunt—oh fuck, it’s too big!” as he impaled her fully, his cock plunging deep into her womb with one brutal thrust, her body jolting against mine. Her core stretched impossibly wide, the veins on his shaft pulsing against her walls, her juices squirting around him. She squeezed my hands tighter, her almond eyes locked on mine, a mix of ecstasy and love as she felt every inch. Mike, unaware of my consciousness, groaned loudly, “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, my sweet muffin—gripping Daddy’s cock like a fucking vice, even in my daughter’s torn panties!” He began pounding her with savage force, each thrust slamming her against me, the couch creaking violently, her breasts bouncing from the ripped blouse, nipples grazing my arm.
“Daddy’s wrecking his little girl’s married cunt next to her drunk husband!” Radha howled, her dirty talk loud and public, her core gushing around his shaft, squirting onto my thigh and soaking the torn cotton. Mike gripped her hips, spanking her red ass with every thrust, the slaps echoing. “Take it, you filthy daughter,” he roared, his cock stretching her obscenely. Radha’s orgasms exploded one after another, her body convulsing against me, “I’m cumming on Daddy’s fat dick—wreck your sweet muffin’s cunt next to my sleeping man!” Her screams were deliberate, teasing me as my manhood throbbed against her back. “Fill your little girl again, Daddy—pump your scalding load into my womb, breed your nasty whore while my husband’s pressed against me!” Mike’s climax erupted, his cock pulsating violently as he unleashed thick, endless ropes of cum into her womb, flooding her so completely it overflowed in creamy streams down her thighs, soaking the couch, my leg, the pleated skirt, and the torn cotton panties. “Take every drop, my sweet muffin,” he roared, pumping deep, his groans guttural as he forced it all in, her body shuddering against mine.
As he caught his breath, still buried inside her, Mike murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, “I’ve wanted this for so long, Radha—fucking you in my daughter’s uniform, right next to your husband. I have more of her old dresses—tiny skirts, crop tops, even her old bikinis. I want to do this again, dress you up, punish my sweet muffin over and over.” Radha moaned softly, her body still trembling, “Yes, Daddy—bring them all, make me your little girl every time.” Mike slowly withdrew, his cock glistening with their combined essence, and dressed with a smirk. Radha, her legs shaky, walked him to the door, the torn uniform clinging to her sweat-soaked body, cum dripping down her thighs. At the threshold, she kissed him deeply, her tongue entwining with his, then slowly peeled off the cum-soaked cotton panties, the torn crotch dangling. She pressed them into his hand, purring, “Keep your daughter’s panties, Daddy—to remember how much you loved and lusted for your sweet muffin, how you wrecked her married cunt.” Mike took them, then pulled her close again, his voice low and confessional. “Radha, I’ve had these kinky fantasies about my own daughter for years—touching her, punishing her, fucking her in these clothes. You enacting it tonight… it felt so fucking good, better than I ever imagined. I like you more now, lust you more—I’m obsessed. Both you and your husband are so lucky to have you in our lives, this filthy, perfect slut wife.” Radha smiled wickedly, kissing him once more before he left.
Radha curled against me on the couch, the ripped college blouse hanging open, skirt flipped up, her ass red and stinging. “You felt it all, didn’t you, you filthy genius?” she purred, her fingers scooping Mike’s cum from her core, slurping it down with a moan. “Daddy carried me, rested me against you, ripped his little girl’s panties, teased my clit until I begged, then stretched my married pussy with that monster cock—gripping it like a vice, impaling my womb while I held your hands, looking into your eyes. He thought you were out cold, praising how tight I was in his daughter’s torn panties, confessing his fantasies about his real daughter and how good it felt with me, saying he lusts me more now, that we’re both lucky to have me.” I “woke,” pulling her close, my cock hard and soaked. “I loved every second, Radha—invite him again.” Our love burned brighter, her depravity my eternal flame.
She nestled closer, her sweat-drenched body pressed against mine, the torn uniform clinging to her curves. Her fingers scooped another thick glob of Mike’s cum, smearing it across my lips before licking it clean herself with a moan. “Fuck, darling,” she whispered, her voice raw and dripping with depravity, “Daddy’s thick, stinking jizz is oozing out of his sweet muffin’s ruined cunt like a fucking river, and I’m licking it up like the filthy whore I am. That spanking, that carrying, resting me against you, ripping his daughter’s panties, teasing my clit until I begged, then stretching my pussy so wide I screamed—it was pure fucking heaven.” She pressed her lips to my ear, her breath hot, her almond eyes blazing with taboo lust. “You know, darling, I’ve always had this Daddy-daughter fantasy—being punished, spanked raw, fucked like a little girl by a man who owns me. Tonight, with Mike, it was everything I dreamed of.”
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