My Stepdad is my Lover: Part 2 – Short Sex Story

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We moved away after my (F21) sophomore year. Too much history in that old house and too many prying eyes around town. Neither of us cared what others wondered but we wanted to be a step ahead of CPS.

Our anonymity made him bold and me reckless. I loved my power as a woman who liked to fuck. I needed his cum, his cock, his hands, his mouth; on my face, on my tits, in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Everyday I needed him, he was heroin. There was no stopping, we took no breaks.

There was nothing that I wouldn’t do, he taught me to love it all. From having him gently probing my pussy with his tongue to him choking me out with his cock, I welcomed it all. We shared a fondness for playing rough, everything to the extreme. It wasn’t enough to have him take my ass, I wanted to be raped with a dildo too. I craved being stretched to my limits. Crying in pain, screaming for him to fuck me harder. He loved to use my body to exhaustion.

My knees perpetually bruised from crawling to his side. My head on the floor next to his feet, my ass in the air as an open invitation. I became free use after I’d been on birth control for a few months. I loved not knowing if I was to be lovingly bred or strung up from the rafters. All of it made me wet.

NSFW: yes


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