Tempting Trevor Pt. 02 by Hamlin,Hamlin

It was incredible to watch Stacy work, and even though he knew he should feel horrible, all he felt was arousal at the way his stacked daughter exuded her sexual power over a woman twice her age so easily. It wasn’t just Stacy’s incredible body, or the filthy things she whispered, like the voice of temptation in the Garden, but her complete aura of sensual confidence, as though she knew that there was no resisting her. She was right. He’d tried. God, he’d tried, but she was relentless, and he was only a man. Now, he was hooked.

He got up from the chair and approached the couch, where Stacy had her legs spread, and her mother was submissively lapping away at Stacy’s cunt as she stroked her hair.

“Daddy’s so horny, mom,” Stacy cooed, watching Don’s bobbing penis get closer. “He hasn’t had pussy for months. He’s only had your stupid mouth, hasn’t he?”

Lena hummed into Stacy’s cunt.

“Did mommy’s mouth make you happy, daddy?” Stacy asked him as he neared.

“No.”

“What were you thinking about while you jerked off with her mouth?” Stacy asked, stroking Lena’s hair.

“You, baby.” he admitted.

“You were thinking about your daughter?” Stacy teased.

“Yes.”

“What were you doing to my hot body, daddy?”

“Fucking you,” Don said, stroking.

“That’s so gross,” she said with a look of contempt. “Why would you do that?”

“You’re so sexy, baby,” Don said. “I can’t help it.”

“You should fuck your wife, not think about fucking your daughter.”

“She’s no fun, and she doesn’t do the things I want.” Don admitted.

“What kind of sick things do you want to do, daddy?”

“I want a woman that knows how to suck my cock right,” he said, “and some pussy that isn’t loose and wrinkled.”

Lena trembled and Stacy pushed her face harder into her cunt.

“Mom sucks your cock. You just said it.”

“She’s terrible at it. It’s more like jerking off with a warm dish towel.” Don said.

“You think I’m better at sucking cock?” She asked.

He nodded.

“That’s so gross. I’m not sucking your dick, dad.”

Don reached out and groped Stacy’s breast. She batted his hand away and said, “stop it. Don’t fucking molest me, you pervert.”

Don reddened, and reached out for the back of her head, gripped tightly, and pushed his cock toward her mouth. Stacy spit on it and slapped his chest. The head bumped against her lips, but she kept them tightly pressed together, denying him access, shaking her head and humming, “Mmm mmm!”

Don pushed his wife out of the way, and grabbed Stacy by the throat, pushing her down roughly onto the couch. She snapped her legs together and pushed at his chest as she choked, his hand tight around her throat.

“Fucking cocktease!” He grunted and pried her legs apart. He pushed his lips against hers. Stacy squeaked, and then looked him in the eye. It wasn’t fear that he saw there. It was victory, mocking and cruel. She knew he would do anything to get his dick into her. It had been months, and his singular source of release had been Lena’s mouth and porno featuring him and Stacy fucking. There was no resistance left in him. He had to have her pussy. He had to! With a forceful push, he buried his cock inside of her and fucked her as hard as he could, pounding into her wet and sucking, wonderful, young pussy. He’d been imagining it for months, while he emptied his nuts into that old used up wife, and now his pussy was back. His pussy. It was his.

“Fucking slut,” he growled, “That’s my fucking pussy! I need this pussy, baby. I need it.”

Stacy humped back against him now, and his grip on her throat loosened. He mauled her tits roughly as his cock beat into her over and over, while his wife watched and fingered her own cunt.

Stacy’s groans turned to a chant of, “Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your little girl. Fuck your pussy. Oooh, it’s your pussy, daddy. Fuck your pussy.”

The months of pent up desire had Don emptying his balls into her within minutes. Hot jets of cum poured into his daughter’s gripping pussy, and he felt her buck up against him as she came. She watched the bottled-up desire slowly fade from his eyes, draining along with his balls, and being replaced by that wave of regret at his own weakness. Stacy came again.

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