My Father-in-Law Tied Me Up, Edged Me, and Filled My Married Pussy With His Cum

I wore the red silk slip I packed for Ryan.

Nothing underneath.

The fabric clings to my breasts and barely reaches the top of my thighs. My nipples are visibly hard, and every step makes the silk brush against my still-sensitive pussy. I’m dripping again. Just from knowing what’s coming.

Victor is waiting on the open-air terrace, candles flickering, the ocean glowing under the moonlight. The second he sees me, his eyes turn black with hunger.

He doesn’t speak. He simply stands, walks over, and grabs me by the throat — not hard, but firm...