Damien didn’t stop f*****g me.
Even after Sophia’s threat, even after she walked away with that glowing phone in her shaking hand, he simply rolled me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and buried his thick c**k back into my c*m-drenched cunt in one brutal thrust.
“Let her send it,” he growled, pounding me with deep, savage strokes. The wet, obscene squelching of his c**k churning through multiple loads filled the master bedroom. “Let the whole f*****g world know that I’ve been breeding my daughter’s best friend like a filthy whore.”
My rounded belly pressed into the mattress as he railed me from behind, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching under to rub my swollen c**t viciously. I moaned loudly, unable to hold back — the sound carrying down the hallway toward Sophia’s room.
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