Chapter 3: My Stepdad Forced His Thick c**k Down My Throat While Mom Called Us For Dinner
My heart slams against my ribs as Mom’s voice floats up the stairs again. “Honey? Sweetheart? Dinner’s ready in five minutes!”
I’m on my knees in my sheer babydoll, lips parted, staring at my stepdad’s massive c**k throbbing inches from my face. The same c**k I gagged on in the club. The one that’s been haunting my p***y for a week straight.
He doesn’t hesitate. His hand tightens brutally in my hair and he shoves forward, forcing the fat head past my lips.
“Quiet, you filthy little w***e,” he growls under his breath. “Not a f*****g sound.”
The thick shaft stretches my mouth wide instantly. I choke as he pushes deeper, the veiny length sliding over my tongue until he hits the back of my throat. My
