My Father-in-Law Tied Me Up, Edged Me, and Filled My Married p***y With His Cum
I wore the red silk slip I packed for Ryan.
Nothing underneath.
The fabric clings to my breasts and barely reaches the top of my thighs. My n*****s are visibly hard, and every step makes the silk brush against my still-sensitive p***y. I’m dripping again. Just from knowing what’s coming.
Victor is waiting on the open-air terrace, candles flickering, the ocean glowing under the moonlight. The second he sees me, his eyes turn black with hunger.
He doesn’t speak. He simply stands, walks over, and grabs me by the throat — not hard, but firm enough to make my knees weak.
“You wore this for me, didn’t you?” he growls, thumb stroking my pulse. “Not for my son. For Daddy.”
I nod, shame and arousal twisting toget
