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And yet she couldn't help herself. It was so hot to hear her baby girl getting her teen cunt slam-fucked by her boyfriend's big cock. It barely fit inside her own cunt, and she was a full-grown woman who had spit out a kid. And yet her little girl was moaning like a whore who loved her work.
"Oh God Daddy fuck me hard! Rape me! Oh it hurts! Oh fuck!"
Mommy came again when she heard that. She had no idea how long this had been going on. But she was home from work early today. When she first heard the sounds of fucking, she thought her daughter was just slutting it up for some neighborhood boy—mommy had done the same thing at her age—not getting her holes stuffed with mommy's boyfriend's cock.
That was before he spoke. "Take this dick, princess. Never had a bitch so young and tight. Gonna break you in. You won't be able to walk." Mommy had been approaching her daughter's room when she heard that, and her boyfriend's voice stopped her dead in her tracks. Instead of being annoyed, she was angry, then embarrassed, then so fucking turned on.
She knew her boyfriend was a freak. She happily called him Daddy when they fucked, and he took pleasure in bruising her and pounding her up the ass. She even got off hard when he got her a tiny schoolgirl uniform to wear. And he was so dominant. Like he owned her. When she'd beg for his permission to cum, he'd even make her say it: "You own me, Daddy! Please let me cum on your cock! Please let your little girl milk your balls dry!"
As mommy frigged her desperately hot pussy to the sounds of her daughter being used by her boyfriend, it made a sick sort of sense to her. He owns me, she thought, so it's only right he can have her, too. She's my little girl, so she should be his. To touch. And use. She's young and pretty. He's going to break her. Like he breaks me.
"Rape her, Daddy," she gasped aloud as she came. Only after she came down from her orgasm did she realize she hadn't just thought that in her head. Had they heard? Did her daughter's bed stop squeaking because they knew her was there?
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And yet she couldn't help herself. It was so hot to hear her baby girl getting her teen cunt slam-fucked by her boyfriend's big cock. It barely fit inside her own cunt, and she was a full-grown woman who had spit out a kid. And yet her little girl was moaning like a whore who loved her work.
"Oh God Daddy fuck me hard! Rape me! Oh it hurts! Oh fuck!"
Mommy came again when she heard that. She had no idea how long this had been going on. But she was home from work early today. When she first heard the sounds of fucking, she thought her daughter was just slutting it up for some neighborhood boy—mommy had done the same thing at her age—not getting her holes stuffed with mommy's boyfriend's cock.
That was before he spoke. "Take this dick, princess. Never had a bitch so young and tight. Gonna break you in. You won't be able to walk." Mommy had been approaching her daughter's room when she heard that, and her boyfriend's voice stopped her dead in her tracks. Instead of being annoyed, she was angry, then embarrassed, then so fucking turned on.
She knew her boyfriend was a freak. She happily called him Daddy when they fucked, and he took pleasure in bruising her and pounding her up the ass. She even got off hard when he got her a tiny schoolgirl uniform to wear. And he was so dominant. Like he owned her. When she'd beg for his permission to cum, he'd even make her say it: "You own me, Daddy! Please let me cum on your cock! Please let your little girl milk your balls dry!"
As mommy frigged her desperately hot pussy to the sounds of her daughter being used by her boyfriend, it made a sick sort of sense to her. He owns me, she thought, so it's only right he can have her, too. She's my little girl, so she should be his. To touch. And use. She's young and pretty. He's going to break her. Like he breaks me.
"Rape her, Daddy," she gasped aloud as she came. Only after she came down from her orgasm did she realize she hadn't just thought that in her head. Had they heard? Did her daughter's bed stop squeaking because they knew her was there?