They Pass Me Around Like a Toy and Make Me Squirt on the Living Room Floor
Dad’s thick c**k is already halfway inside me when the shame hits like a slap.
I’m on all fours in the middle of the living room rug, collared and leashed, my heavy t**s dragging against the coarse fibers. Elena and Lila are holding my shoulders down, keeping my ass high. Marcus is kneeling beside me, stroking his long curved c**k while he watches his father stretch my p***y open.
“f**k, she’s tight,” Dad groans, his voice rough and low. He grips my hips harder and pushes deeper. The burn is intense, his girth splitting me wide, forcing my walls to yield. I feel every thick vein, every ridge dragging along my sensitive insides.
This is so f*****g wrong. He’s my stepdad. The man who’s been married to Elena for s
