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Go on. I see how you look at her. You think I give a fuck? You think she'll tell anyone? Please, she's soaking, she wants it more than you. Shove it in her. Flood her with cum. You need to get it out of your system, you're starting to look like a perv following her around the house.
My wife fucking loved baiting me to rape her sexy little daughter in our backyard, and I was always more than happy to violate the soaked teen cunt that her mama prepped for me.
I think my wife thought that it was somehow OK because she wasn't my daughter. My wife and I had gotten married soon after she and my best friend had divorced. But my wife doesn't remember how, sixteen years ago, when my best friend was out of town for work, she and I spent a lovely evening together. Well, it was lovely for me: I fucking raped her unprotected cunt senseless over and over again. She screamed and cried at first, but eventually she relaxed against the ropes and just let it happen. My God, I must've seeded her with a quart of seed that night. I fucked her ass, too, but mainly I made sure to blow my loads in her pussy.
I drugged her pretty good, so I'm not surprised she doesn't remember. But her little girl has my hazel eyes. That couldn't have helped her marriage; as his "daughter" got older, her husband and I drifted apart. But it was like she and I were bonded. She confided in me when her ex-husband's drinking started, and she hadn't even hired a lawyer before she started spending nights in my bed. Normally that shit can ruin divorce proceedings, but I was in good with the professionals in our city. None of the PIs or lawyers were going to out her as involved with me.
I think she was so grateful for my taking her in that she figured she would give me anything I could possibly want from her. She didn't even blink when I told her to wear her daughter's clothes to bed with me. Hell, she made me watch her grab a pair of her daughter's panties from the hamper; she looked me right in the eyes as she sniffed them and tasted them before putting them on. Needless to say I fucked her harder that day than the night I raped her pregnant.
But her daughter. So pretty. And that cunt was so young and snug—like it was made for my cock. My wife and I never talked about it, but as she watched me fuck he daughter, she'd always look between my eyes and her daughter's eyes. And she'd cum fucking buckets when she did, squirting all over her little girl's face as I made her my rapetoy. So I assume she knows what she's doing: delivering her daughter to her Daddy. Bonding with her little girl by having her father rape load after load up her, just like I had done with the mommy all those years ago.
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Go on. I see how you look at her. You think I give a fuck? You think she'll tell anyone? Please, she's soaking, she wants it more than you. Shove it in her. Flood her with cum. You need to get it out of your system, you're starting to look like a perv following her around the house.
My wife fucking loved baiting me to rape her sexy little daughter in our backyard, and I was always more than happy to violate the soaked teen cunt that her mama prepped for me.
I think my wife thought that it was somehow OK because she wasn't my daughter. My wife and I had gotten married soon after she and my best friend had divorced. But my wife doesn't remember how, sixteen years ago, when my best friend was out of town for work, she and I spent a lovely evening together. Well, it was lovely for me: I fucking raped her unprotected cunt senseless over and over again. She screamed and cried at first, but eventually she relaxed against the ropes and just let it happen. My God, I must've seeded her with a quart of seed that night. I fucked her ass, too, but mainly I made sure to blow my loads in her pussy.
I drugged her pretty good, so I'm not surprised she doesn't remember. But her little girl has my hazel eyes. That couldn't have helped her marriage; as his "daughter" got older, her husband and I drifted apart. But it was like she and I were bonded. She confided in me when her ex-husband's drinking started, and she hadn't even hired a lawyer before she started spending nights in my bed. Normally that shit can ruin divorce proceedings, but I was in good with the professionals in our city. None of the PIs or lawyers were going to out her as involved with me.
I think she was so grateful for my taking her in that she figured she would give me anything I could possibly want from her. She didn't even blink when I told her to wear her daughter's clothes to bed with me. Hell, she made me watch her grab a pair of her daughter's panties from the hamper; she looked me right in the eyes as she sniffed them and tasted them before putting them on. Needless to say I fucked her harder that day than the night I raped her pregnant.
But her daughter. So pretty. And that cunt was so young and snug—like it was made for my cock. My wife and I never talked about it, but as she watched me fuck he daughter, she'd always look between my eyes and her daughter's eyes. And she'd cum fucking buckets when she did, squirting all over her little girl's face as I made her my rapetoy. So I assume she knows what she's doing: delivering her daughter to her Daddy. Bonding with her little girl by having her father rape load after load up her, just like I had done with the mommy all those years ago.