Chelsea.
Being f****d and eaten by Daddy yesterday, then waking up to the sound of my own mother screaming and moaning for his c**k this morning… it was everything you’d see in high-definition porn.
Raw. Filthy. Wrong in the most addictive way possible.
I lay in bed replaying it all — the way Daddy had stretched me open on his exam table, the brutal thrusts that made me see stars, the way he’d devoured my p***y like a starving man on his desk.
And then, just hours later, hearing Mom’s breathy moans through the wall, the rhythmic creaking of their bed, her trying and failing to stay quiet while Daddy f****d her.
The jealousy burned hot in my chest, but it only made my p***y wetter.
I wanted to hate it.
Instead, it turned me on even more.
A few minutes later, I came downstair
