Guys With Girlfriends Are So Mean At The Moment Of Cheating. Even More Than Married Man

Girls should be kept docile and obedient ♀

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guess who's asleepy af, yet still is wet n dripping

Enjoy, my slut.

Sir

cummed to this

He's such a good husband when he gets home. Tells his wife about his day, carries his kids on his lap as he eats dinner, puts them to bed, helps his wife with the dishes, then watches a movie with her <3

But his finger with the ring on it was pumping in and out of my tight hole, while he ignored his wife's messages <3

He was fucking me dumb on his desk while grinning at the picture of his wife, moaning into my ear "Ugly bitch can't compare to you, little love." <3

His hand stays on my head as I'm sucking his cock while he's FaceTiming her, fastening me as I bob my head, while he tells her that he misses her <3

He fucks mee in their shared bed, on her side mostly. He calls me his sweet little wife, because she's nothing to him. "Wanna be mine, hm? Want me to lock you up here just for myself?" While he forces my face up the pillow, so he can hear my quiet sounds <3

He keeps my lace panties in his pocket while he's shopping with her, not even focusing on her words, but on how good I felt around his cock, while he rubs my panties with his fingers <3

He comes to pick me up the day of her very birthday. Excuses himself to her to go "pick her gift". He's so deep inside that I can feel him rearranging my insides, and I just know that everyone in the hotel can hear how filthy we are. Sweat on his forehead and chest as his hand burns around my throat. "Whatta good doll. You love when I'm here fucking you and not home with her, hm? You're sick, kiddo. Fuck, you mess with my head..." <3

You are fucking disgusting, you know that? It's bad enough that you want to call me "Dad" or "Daddy" when I'm stretching out your holes.. Now you want me to call you my "Daughter"? Why's your pussy throbbing when I call you that hm? How drenched are you now? Palming your clit when you hear me calling you my daughter? Saying it over and over again with each thrust until we both cum together? Absolutely abhorrent.

love it so much omg

“You can do this, honey.” Daddy’s voice was low, gravelly, and so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath against my skin. His large hands pinned my wrists behind my back, holding me firmly in place on the edge of the bed. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, and my entire body was trembling. Why was I trembling?

“You need to help your brother,” he continued, his tone soft but insistent. “How else is he supposed to learn how to please a woman? How else is he going to find a nice lady to date, huh?”

I could feel my brother’s eyes on me, heavy and intent, from where he stood in front of me. His shirt was off, revealing the lean muscles of his chest, and his jeans were already undone, hanging low on his hips. His cock was hard, fully exposed, and big. My stomach twisted in knots as he stepped closer, his gaze flickering down to where my legs were spread—open and bare, just like Daddy had told me to be.

“You’re gonna be good for him, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Daddy’s voice was almost a purr now, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. God, why did that make me shiver?

I nodded weakly, my throat too dry to speak. My brother’s hand brushed against my thigh, and I flinched, the touch sending a jolt through me. He hesitated, his eyes searching mine for… something. Reassurance? Permission? I wasn’t sure.

“It’s okay,” Daddy murmured, his grip on my wrists tightening just enough to remind me he was there. “She’s ready, son. She wants to help you. Don’t you, baby?”

I nodded again, my voice still trapped somewhere deep inside me. My brother’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the wetness between my legs, and I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. His touch was tentative, almost cautious, but it still sent a wave of heat through me that I didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Good girl,” Daddy whispered, his voice thick with something I couldn’t quite place. Pride? Satisfaction? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way my brother’s fingers were moving now, circling my clit with a rhythm that made my breath hitch.

“You’re so wet,” my brother murmured, his voice almost reverent. “Is this… is this because of me?”

I didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, because Daddy’s lips were on my neck now, his beard scratching against my skin in a way that made me shudder. His hands released my wrists, sliding around to cup my breasts instead, his thumbs teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.

“She’s always been a good girl,” Daddy said, his voice rough. “Always so eager to help. Aren’t you, honey?”

I nodded again, my body trembling as my brother’s fingers dipped inside me, stretching me open in a way that made my toes curl. God, why did it feel so good?

“Take her,” Daddy urged, his hands moving to grip my hips, holding me steady. “Show her how much you appreciate her.”

My brother’s eyes locked with mine, and for a moment, I thought he might stop. But then he was moving, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance, and I clenched my teeth, bracing myself for the inevitable.

“Relax,” Daddy whispered, his hands massaging my hips in slow, soothing circles. “It’s gonna feel good, baby. You’re gonna love it.”

I wanted to protest, to tell him that this was wrong, that we shouldn’t be doing this, but the words never made it past my lips. My brother’s cock pressed against me, the tip sinking in slowly, and I gasped, my back arching as he filled me inch by inch.

“That’s it,” Daddy murmured, his hands moving to my shoulders, holding me steady. “Take it all, baby. Take it like a good girl.”

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that I couldn’t quite untangle. My brother’s cock was thick, stretching me in ways I hadn’t been stretched before, and I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped my lips.

“You feel amazing,” my brother groaned, his hands gripping my thighs as he pushed deeper. “So tight… so fucking wet.”

“She’s all yours,” Daddy said, his voice thick with something I didn’t want to name. “Take her. Make her yours.”

My brother’s hips snapped forward, and I cried out, my body jerking as he buried himself fully inside me. The pain was sharp, almost blinding, but it was quickly overtaken by the relentless waves of pleasure that followed.

“That’s it,” Daddy murmured, his hands moving to my breasts again, his fingers pinching my nipples through the fabric of my bra. “Take it, baby. Take it all.”

My brother started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but growing harder and faster with each passing second. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the soft moans and gasps that I couldn’t seem to hold back.

“You’re doing so good,” Daddy whispered, his lips brushing against my ear again. “You’re such a good girl, baby. Such a good girl.”

I wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him that this wasn’t right, but the words never came. All I could do was hold on, my nails digging into the mattress as my brother’s pace quickened, his cock hitting that spot inside me with every thrust.

“You’re gonna make me come,” my brother groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck, you’re so tight…”

“Do it,” Daddy urged, his voice low and commanding. “Fill her up, son. Show her what it means to be a real woman.”

My brother’s thrusts became erratic, his cock pulsing inside me as he reached his climax. I felt it the moment he came, the warm flood of his release filling me in a way that made my head spin.

“Good girl,” Daddy murmured, his hands smoothing over my body in a way that felt almost… reassuring. “You did so good, baby. So fucking good.”

My brother pulled out slowly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he collapsed onto the bed beside me. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, warm and sticky against my thighs, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“You’re such a good sister,” Daddy whispered, his lips brushing against my temple. “Always so willing to help. Always so perfect.”

I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. All I could do was lie there, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all, as Daddy’s hands continued to move over me, soothing and possessive all at once.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. “Both of you. Mine.”

and when I passed out he'd abuse me so hard

Relapsed, wish big brother watched me cut myself and then when I couldn’t anymore, he’d take my blade and continue for me </3

be honest, you knew exactly what you were doing.

you knew what you wanted to see, what you wanted to happen, when you walked into your brother's room. you knew he always kept his door open. he only closed it when he was sleeping, or...

yeah. you knew.

you knew to lift the door slightly, so it didn't creak on its hinges. you knew not to make a sound, because the foot of his bed faces away from the door, so if he didn't hear you, he wouldn't know you were there.

you knew to close the door behind you. not all the way, of course. he'd hear that. but you didn't want anyone else walking by and seeing what you were about to do.

you knew to keep your breathing quiet even as the sight of your brother's thick, swollen cock being stroked so expertly made your mouth fall open. heat pooled in your stomach as you watched him. listened to the quiet sound of his hand sliding over his shaft, listened to his breathing come faster, more insistent. you couldn't stop yourself from taking a step forward, and the rustle of your baggy sleep shirt distracted him.

you knew to look surprised, all innocence, staring at his throbbing dick as he yanked his sheet over himself. you knew to stammer, to feign awkwardness, without crossing your arms over your chest. you wanted him to see your nipples poking against the fabric, the first visible sign that you might be more than just embarrassed. that the flush on your cheeks might be more than shame.

you knew to lick your lip when you finally made eye contact. squeezing your thighs together, squirming where you stood, so his attention would be brought to your legs. to what lay between them.

"show me," you begged. you knew to make it a plea, rather than a command. you'd heard the porn he watched through the shared wall of your bedrooms. you knew he liked them innocent and whining. "please?"

you knew to sink to your knees in front of him as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. you knew to keep your mouth slightly open as he stroked himself inches from your face. you knew to look up at him as he grunted.

"can i..." you began, half eager and half afraid. "can i feel?"

his mouth hung open too, and when he nodded, you smiled, giddy. you reached out, tracing one finger over his shaft, the heat of it deliciously tempting. gently, timidly, you wrapped your hand around his cock, rubbing it with your thumb, before stroking it like he had.

"it's so hot," you whispered, your breath skating over his skin. you leaned forward, wondering if he'd stop you. he didn't. in fact, he cupped the back of your head, guiding you. you kissed his cock once, twice, before he used his free hand to move the tip to your lips.

"use your tongue," he said, and a thrill ran down your spine at his commanding tone.

you knew to hide your excitement as you obeyed, gliding your tongue over and around the head, tasting his precum and looking up at him again, as if to make sure you were doing it right.

"so good," he whispered, and you just barely stopped yourself from reaching between your legs. you sucked the tip of your brother's cock as he sighed and leaned his head back. "god, just like that. feels so good."

the praise went straight to your head, making you dizzy. you took more and more of his cock into your mouth, until he shoved your head down.

"it's okay," he said. "this is what big brothers do sometimes."

through tears, you nodded, even as you couldn't breathe. you'd never been so close to cumming without even being touched. he used your mouth and throat like a toy, thrusting forcefully into your face, until he pulled back. his strokes were wild. you looked up at him, innocent to the last, and he groaned, his cum splattering over your face.

you knew to touch it with one hand, pulling it away as if inspecting it. "it's sticky," you said.

panting, he looked down at you like you were holy.

"do you want to feel good, too?" he asked.

you knew to say yes.

daddy that plays movies for me, but it's just a bunch of porn tapes with girls dressed like princesses being raped

omg, please, please fuck me with it