Chapter 4: I BEG DADDY TO CREAMPIE ME WHILE MY HUSBAND CALLS ON THE PHONE

“What the fuck?” 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 cock still buried balls-deep in my dripping cunt, thick cum 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...