Chapter 4: I BEG DADDY TO CREAMPIE ME WHILE MY HUSBAND CALLS ON THE PHONE
“What the f**k?” Richard’s deep voice fills the kitchen, shocked but low, dangerous.
I should feel mortified. My husband’s father just walked in on me bent over the kitchen table, his son’s c**k still buried balls-deep in my dripping cunt, thick c*m already leaking down my thighs. But I’m too far gone. Lust has burned every ounce of shame away. My body is buzzing, sated but starving for more. I spread my legs wider on the table, pushing my ass back against Jake, letting more of his load drip out.
“Please, Daddy…” The word slips out before I can stop it, raw and needy. “Join us. I need you too. Stretch me. f**k me. Use your dirty daughter-in-law.”
Richard stands frozen in the doorway, eyes locked on my exposed p**
