The study door handle turned with a soft metallic click that sounded like a gunshot in my ears.
Damien stayed buried balls-deep inside my c*m-drenched cunt, his thick c**k twitching as fresh spurts of his seed continued to leak around the tight seal where we were joined. I was on all fours on the leather couch, sundress shoved up around my waist, ass high, thighs trembling violently. My p***y was a sloppy, gaping mess—overflowing with load after load from three straight days of relentless breeding. Thick white c*m dripped steadily onto the couch cushion beneath me.
Sophia’s voice came through the opening door. “Dad? Ava? I was thinking we could order from that Italian place you—”
She pushed the door wider.
Damien reacted with terrifying calm.
In one smooth motion, he yanked my sundres
