Chapter 416: Turkish Mother Daughter Are My Slaves
Chapter 416: Turkish Mother Daughter Are My Slaves
I chuckled darkly and gave a slow, deep thrust upward into Nadia’s soaked pussy, making sure he could see every inch of my thick cock moving inside her.
"Does your wife want me to get away from her?" I asked, taunting him. "Tell him, Nadia. Tell your husband the truth."
I chuckled darkly and gave a slow, deep thrust upward into Nadia’s soaked pussy, making sure he could see every inch of my thick cock moving inside her.
"Does your wife want me to get away from her?" I asked, taunting him. "Tell him, Nadia. Tell your husband the truth."
Saleem looked completely devastated. His wife, the woman he loved and trusted, was moaning like a slut, praising another man’s cock while he stood there helplessly watching.
"Can I cum inside you, Nadia?" I asked, my voice low and possessive, as if her answer actually mattered. "Just like I filled your daughter’s womb?"
My eyes drifted to Amira, who was lying beside us on the bed. Her legs were still spread, and thick, sticky white cum continued to slowly leak from her swollen, ruined pussy.
The sight of my seed dripping out of her innocent hole made my cock throb violently inside her mother.
"You’re going to be a grandpa and a dad at the same time, Saleem," I said mockingly, looking him straight in the eyes while admiring how thoroughly I had claimed and bred his daughter.
Saleem stood there completely broken. His face was pale, tears still running down his cheeks, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He looked utterly powerless, watching another man fuck his wife while his daughter lay next to them leaking cum.
Amira was breathing heavily, her small body still recovering, her face flushed with shame and lingering pleasure.
Saleem turned his gaze to his daughter, his voice cracking with pain and disbelief.
"Amira... baby," he asked weakly, almost pleading, "why are you and your mother here with this guy? What happened to you two?"
He was too shocked to do anything. What could he do? His sweet, innocent daughter was lying there like a well-fucked slut, her pussy freshly bred and leaking another man’s cum.
And his wife was moaning shamelessly on the same cock, her thick body grinding and enjoying every second of it.
Amira looked away from her father, unable to meet his eyes. Her hands weakly tried to cover her leaking pussy, but it was pointless. Fresh cum continued to trickle out between her fingers.
Nadia, still impaled on my cock, could barely think straight. Her hips were still moving in small, involuntary circles, chasing pleasure even as her husband watched in horror.
The way Amira’s plump, perky breasts were heaving with every shaky breath made my mouth water. Her soft pink nipples were still stiff and sensitive from earlier.
I reached over with my right hand and greedily squeezed one of her soft, supple tits, sinking my fingers deep into the tender flesh.
"Ahhh!" Amira moaned cutely, her body jolting at the sudden touch.
"Amira, your boobs are going to become massive just like your mother’s," I said with a wicked smile, my voice loud enough for Saleem to hear clearly. "They’ll swell up nice and full so you can feed our child properly."
I twisted her sensitive nipple between my fingers, rolling and pulling it firmly. Amira arched her back and let out a high-pitched moan right in front of her father.
"Ahhh, Sir...!" she whimpered shamelessly, her face burning with embarrassment, yet unable to hide the pleasure in her voice.
Saleem looked like he was going to be sick, forced to watch a man play with his daughter’s breasts while his cum still leaked from her pussy.
I then shifted my attention back to Nadia, who was still trembling on my cock after her intense orgasm. Her body was extremely sensitive now. I slapped her heavy left breast firmly, watching it jiggle and ripple obscenely.
Slap!
"You’re such a dirty slut, Nadia," I growled, slapping her other breast as well, making both of her massive tits bounce and sway heavily. "Look at the mess you made. You completely ruined Emilia’s bedsheets. You squirted so fucking much."
Nadia moaned loudly, her face flushed with humiliation and arousal as she looked down at the large wet spot she had created.
Her juices had soaked the sheets beneath us, glistening under the light. Even now, her pussy continued to flutter and squeeze around my thick cock, clearly turned on by the degradation.
Saleem stood there helplessly, tears streaming down his face, watching his wife and daughter being used and degraded right in front of him.
"Sir... you’re so hard," Nadia whispered breathlessly, her voice filled with awe and lust. She could clearly feel my cock throbbing powerfully inside her pussy, swelling even thicker than before.
The sudden intrusion of her husband had only made me more aroused, and she was reaping the benefits as my shaft pulsed aggressively against her inner walls.
"Yeah, baby?" I asked, my voice low and teasing as I reached around and began rubbing her swollen clit in slow, firm circles. "Do you like it when I’m this hard?"
"Ahhh... yes! I love it, Sir!" Nadia moaned shamelessly, her thick body shuddering on top of me. Her hips rolled instinctively, grinding down onto my cock as pleasure rippled through her.
I smirked and glanced over at Saleem before pushing her further.
"Does your husband not give you such good dick, Nadia?" I asked loudly and cruelly, making sure Saleem heard every word. "Is that why you’re creaming so hard on a stranger’s cock?"
Nadia’s breath hitched. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her face burned with shame as she looked at her husband.
She couldn’t bring herself to answer. She didn’t want to humiliate Saleem any more than he already was. Even in her lust-drunk state, some part of her still hesitated to completely destroy his pride.
Instead, she bit her lip hard and let out a deep, needy moan as I continued rubbing her clit and slowly thrust up into her soaked pussy. Her silence was answer enough.
"Tell him, Nadia," I said firmly, my voice dark and commanding, as I slapped her wet pussy lips with my hand
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