I stroked my son, staring into his eyes, and said, “No, no, you have to—”
The bedroom door crashed open. Sex “Are you that much of a cunt to call me husband after you whored yourself out to your student!”
“You fucked Carter all night, didn’t you, Mother!” Leyla hissed as she hurried down the stairs behind me. I grunted, drinking in the agony, savoring being discarded. “I mean, your dad fucks you. The plastic casing groaned as his fingers clenched around it. He would direct me. Pleasure spilled through my body. We make him hard, so we have to help him out.”
“That is so fucked up,” Izzy said. “I promise to Allah and his Messenger!”
CRACK! She wouldn’t tell my husband about last night. Like with my little brother and Kimmy, Daddy claimed me knowing I was a slut. It was when Leyla came up to talk to me about Kimmy wanting to be a slut. She wouldn’t tell my husband about last night. I drenched her face while Daddy filled my bowels with his spunk. I wanted his cum flooding my body. His! Every spanking hurt. He reached the landing, hauled me to the living room, my son, daughter, and Kimmy following.
