Page 60 of Sinful Touch

All the voices inside her head will be replaced with mine. I will make sure when she is sitting across from her mother at dinner, her pussy dipping my cum.

“Scream for me, Lil,” I beg her as I continue to pick up my pace; the headboard hitting the wall as my moans and groans fill the black room.

Forever mine.

My balls tighten as her walls wrap tighter around my cock. I look into her eyes as we both let go, my cum filling her sweet fucking pussy.

“Good fucking girl,” I whisper as I lean down and kiss her forehead.

She whimpers at my praise as I pull out of her and undo the chains from her wrists. I removed the gag and tossed it on the side table as I moved my way down her body and undone the chains from her ankles. I look between her legs and watch my cum dripping from her pussy.

“Don’t wear any underwear at dinner,” I command.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispers.

“When you are looking at your mother, I want you to think about how I just fucked you,” I say through gritted teeth.

How would mommy take me describing what I just did to her daughter in this room? The woman is a fucking bitch, and she makes it her life mission to make Lil feel like shit. She is perfect, and she has nothing to be ashamed of.

She nods and smiles.

The stress she once had in her eyes is gone. She needed the release as much as I did.

I don't think any amount of fucking will prepare us for her mother, but at least now, it will be more bearable.

if it were up to me, she wouldn’t be coming to our house to have dinner, but she is Lil’s mother, and even though she has abused my woman all her life, she still loves her mother.

I will not let her disrespect Lil in our house, if her mother thinks Thanksgiving dinner was bad, just wait until she tries to make some kind of fucking comment under this roof, I have no issues fucking removing her from this house.

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Liliana

“Criminal” by Sof

Idid as Jax demanded. I was not wearing any underwear underneath this dress, and I could feel his cum rolling down my leg, causing my pussy to become wet all over again.

If his goal was to distract me from my mother, he is doing a very good job.

I hear the doorbell as I sit at the table next to Jax’s chair.

He wanted to be the one to answer the door. I think he just wanted to put her on edge, which I already know is working.

I can hear the door close and footsteps coming towards the dining room.

I turn and watch Jax and my mother both enter. My mother makes her way around the table, taking the seat directly across from me, and Jax takes the seat at the head of the table, which I know is bugging her as well. She is dressed to the nines, hair is perfect, not a stray piece in sight.

“Hey, Mom,” I say calmly and with a smile.

She is already glaring at me. “Liliana, you don't even come to greet me,” She asks and states simultaneously.

“Sorry,” I say in a shameful voice.

She shakes her head and looks at Jax, then down at all of the food.

“We made your favorites,” I say with a smile again, trying to smooth over her already not being happy.

“Do you plan on eating all this food? It is a lot,” my mom says, looking up at me.

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