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Family Affairs	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 41876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note: Plot by mymyself19, smut by me.
“I want you on your knees on the bed,” Russell growled into Quinn’s ear.
Quinn was still wearing most of her wedding dress.
The train was detachable, and she had removed the veil, but she still wore a beautiful white, knee-length dress.
She hadn’t worn stockings or pantyhose… those were cock blocks.
And, she definitely wanted Russell to have easy access, which he showed his appreciation for by reaching under her dress as he murmured dirty things into her ear.
After putting his hand in her panties and squeezing her pussy, he dragged her panties down over her hips and butt.
He watched them drop to the floor as he cupped Quinn’s newly-bare cunt.
“How else do you want me?” Quinn panted.
“Straddling me… on your knees… riding me... sitting on the bathroom sink… then everything again plus all the things your dirty mind dreams up,” Russell mumbled against her neck.
All the while, he rubbed her pussy lips.
“Why isn’t your dick in my hand… shit!” Quinn gasped as Russell shoved two fingers into her pussy.
“You tell me,” Russell smirked.
She answered by reaching down and fumbling as quickly as possible until she finally had his dick in her hand.
She sighed.
“Finally.”
He kicked his pants off.
“Want to get in the tub?” Russell slowed, but did not stop, his strokes inside Quinn’s pussy.
“Yeah, let’s go,” she breathed.
They continued touching each other, just enjoying warm, wet flesh, for a few more minutes, kissing, tongues swirling.
Finally, Quinn pulled Russell to the spacious honeymoon suite bathroom.
She turned around and bent over to turn the water on.
He quickly got out of his shirt and shoes and moved until his cock was nestled between Quinn’s clothed ass while she was still bent over checking the water temperature.
He reached up and grabbed the zipper to pull it down.
He kissed along the sexy line of her spine as it appeared behind the opening zipper.
“You’re so beautiful and sexy, and I can’t believe you’re my wife, and I get to fuck you for the rest of our lives,” Russell said as he pulled her dress down over her ass.
He did his best to devour each of her ass cheeks.
“Damn… shit,” Quinn gasped at the feeling of Russell’s hot breath and wet tongue.
Then, Russell flicked his tongue on that little spot at the top of her ass.
Quinn’s whole body shuddered.
He stood up and molded his body to his wife’s.
“Ready to get in?” he asked.
Her father’s words and mouth were rendering her unable to speak.
“Yes, Daddy,” she finally answered breathlessly.
He helped Quinn in so she wouldn’t slip and they settled in the water with Quinn’s back against Russell’s chest and her butt securely between Russell’s legs
Russell nuzzled Quinn’s temple as he ran one hand down her breasts to her belly.
“I meant what I said in the limo. Baby girl, you are so, so, so hot with this belly. Sometimes I actually worry my dick might never get soft again when you’re around,” he mumbled against her cheek.
As he spoke, he ran his hand all over her belly and then down to her pussy.
“I need you... I just need my husband to have his hard cock inside my pussy,” Quinn breathed.
Because the tub was so big, she had plenty of room to maneuver.
She pushed herself up and lined his dick up with her pussy.
Slowly, and steadily, she sank down onto his cock.
“I’ll never get tired of feeling your dick pushing inside me,” she said once he was balls deep.
She didn’t move for long seconds.
She didn’t need to… this was what she needed right then.
Russell continued nuzzling her neck and cheek and running his hands all over her body, paying special attention to her belly.
“I needed my wife’s pussy, too,” he whispered.
The warm water sloshed around them as Quinn began rocking ever so slightly.
“Do you know how much I love your pussy, baby?” Russell asked with his hands on her hips.
“How much do you love my dirty cunt, Daddy?” Quinn asked.
She continued her slow rocking.
“So much, baby. It fits my cock so well… your walls hug me perfectly,” Russell said. “And I especially like it when we’ve already fucked, and it's messy.”
He held her hips, feeling them move back and forth and side to side, essentially just floating with the water.
“Shit, I love your dirty cock too. I love how it brushes my cervix every time it moves inside me,” Quinn said.
“And I love your ass… every time I see it, big and round now but always tight, my dick twitches,” he reached around and squeezed one ass cheek.
“I love your ass, too, Daddy… it’s really tight… and your chest, so broad and strong,” Quinn answered.
Still, she continued her rocking.
“Your tits are amazing. I love to taste them, and I can’t wait to suck milk out of them,” he said.
“Will you like my body once I’m not pregnant anymore?” she asked.
“Of course, baby… your pregnant body is amazing, but you’re always so beautifully curvy… and—” he laid his hand over the stretched but soft, creamy skin over her bellybutton, “When you don’t have a baby there, of course those abs will make me want to lick them.”
“What else do you like about my body?” Quinn asked.
“Your pussy lips… when they’re wet and puffy especially,” Russell answered. “What’s your favorite part of my naked body? For the record, I can’t pick one for you. Every part of you is too damn hot.”
Quinn turned her face to smile at him.
She’d have kissed him except for the awkward angle.
“Your balls… they’re firm but covered in soft skin and smell good, but mostly because they hold all that cum and then twitch right before you give it all to me,” Quinn said.
“Fuck me, baby,” Russell said.
On cue, Quinn picked up her rocking and brushed those balls with her clit on every forward and backward movement.
Water sloshed on every rock forward… and Russell moaned and cursed every time she rocked back against him.
She quickly worked herself up to a frenzy as he continued his rhythmic cursing.
“Shit…”
“Shit...”
“Shit…”
“I’m gonna cum…”
“Give me your load, Daddy!” Quinn screamed.
Abruptly, Russell pulled Quinn’s hips down so his dick was buried as far inside her pussy as he could get it when he dumped his huge load into her.
“Fuck!... So good,” Quinn gasped as she felt the warmth of his sperm spread inside her and the warm water splash around them.
The amazing sensation sent her into an unexpected orgasm.
“Well, that was a nice change… but now I need to be properly fucked. Are you ready for me to lose control?” she asked.
The sound of her voice rumbled against his chest, and the words damn near short-circuited his brain.
He knew what his girl was like when she gave in to her baser instincts.
She was unpredictable in a way that always ended in explosive orgasms.
She stood and grabbed a towel.
The anticipation, feeling her pussy release his cock and then her wet body standing out of the water sent him into action.
“Fuck, yeah,” he finally said.
Quinn stepped out of the tub and walked toward the bedroom, drying herself.
Russell pulled the drain on the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist.
By the time he reached the doorway of the bedroom, Quinn was naked again.
But, she wasn’t simply naked.
She was on hands and knees, facing the headboard, ass in the air.
Her tits, shaped to dispense milk, and her belly, big and round, hung low.
“Holy hell,” Russell gasped.
Quinn smirked.
She knew how she looked.
She looked like a bitch in heat.
Somehow, right then, Quinn was so pumped with hormones, sexual juices flowing, that she could almost convince herself it was possible for her mate to fuck another baby into her.
They’d done sweet and tender.
Now, she was feeling animalistic and primal.
“Mount your bitch,” she said.
Russell dropped the towel, and Quinn’s mouth watered.
Her handsome father stood, naked, broad chest, strong legs and long dick poking his stomach.
Without even noticing he’d moved, Russell found himself behind Quinn.
Quinn had flipped a switch.
They were done celebrating, and now they were fucking.
And, Quinn wanted to be Russell’s bitch, and Russell was sure as hell going to make her his bitch.
Russell buried his cock deep inside Quinn’s pussy.
He dropped his chest over Quinn’s back, hands on the mattress, and set a rhythm of short shallow, but very hard, thrusts.
"Oomph…"
"Oomph…"
"Oomph…"
"Oomph…"
"Oomph…"
Russell knocked Quinn’s breath out of her on every thrust.
“Deeper,” Quinn mumbled.
Russell didn’t think he could get deeper. His pelvis was flush against Quinn’s ass, and his cock hit stiff resistance inside Quinn on each thrust.
But, he knew he could go harder, which would make it feel deeper.
He wrapped one arm around Quinn’s waist pressing his hard body further into her soft, pliant body.
“Squeeze my tits,” Quinn gasped.
He brought the other hand to do exactly as she asked.
“Your tits are amazing, Quinn… all ready to feed our baby,” he said, squeezing one breast, then the other.
He tweaked a nipple.
“Shit… breed me,” she gasped.
“God,” he didn’t know where this was coming from, but he loved it.
He didn’t care that he couldn’t actually he do it, he’d try his best to plant his seed in her again.
Still holding Quinn tight, his arm around her warm middle, he resumed his thrusting.
"Oomph…"
"Oomph…"
"Oomph…"
Quinn reached with one hand around and pulled at Russell where his butt met his thigh.
“I need deeper,” she whined.
Russell would be frustrated with Quinn wanting the impossible, but they were always in sync.
He wanted it, too.
So, he just pulled her harder and harder against him on each thrust.
Maybe she just needed to slam against his hard body.
“Fuck, Quinn, you’re such a dirty, dirty girl,” Russell grunted.
Quinn, naked, pregnant, delirious with lust, desperate for her father’s cock, was the most wonderfully depraved creature Russell could imagine.
And, feeling her pussy grabbing at his cock, wet with juices flowing from her and balls slapping against her cunt lips all combined for the most wonderfully depraved feeling.
The view and moans and Quinn pulling him in more desperately finally sent him barreling toward his orgasm.
At first he was concentrated on burrowing his cock as far inside Quinn as possible.
Now, he concentrated on his fast-approaching orgasm.
“I’m cumming,” he warned.
Russell pulled back and drove into Quinn as hard as he could, slapping into her ass, while Quinn pulled him in and held him right there, pelvis flush against her ass.
His balls contracted and erupted inside of Quinn.
A flood of semen whooshed out of his cock and into Quinn’s pussy, and still she held him right where he was.
“Stay right there,” Quinn gasped. “Please… stay right there.”
She held him there, tight, as if he would pull away.
He wouldn’t.
Her pussy convulsed and gushed, but right now, she just needed Russell to stay where he was.
His cock continued to spray little jets of cum longer and longer, but even after he was finally empty, she held him there.
Her pussy continued to flutter around his dick.
Russell began peppering kisses over Quinn’s shoulder and neck and ear.
“Just stay right here,” Quinn whispered, still holding him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Russell said.
His dick was going soft inside of Quinn’s pussy, but still he stayed.
“I can still feel your cum warm inside me,” Quinn said.
Her pussy fluttered more.
Russell realized, with a pleasant twist in his stomach, what Quinn was feeling and imagining.
“I’m knotting my bitch,” he whispered against her ear.
“Fuck, yeah, you are,” Quinn breathed.
Russell’s dick twitched inside of Quinn.
He thought he might go hard at the image, and he damn near did.
By the time Quinn pulled off him, exhausted, Russell’s dick was semi-hard.
“Bring your dick up here,” Quinn said as she rolled onto her back.
Russell thought he should be exhausted, too, but Quinn was just so red-faced, beautiful, sweaty, and looked so thoroughly fucked that he couldn’t possibly be tired.
He scooted up until his dick was within easy reach.
She took it in her hand and immediately tried to swallow it whole.
She even gagged a little as it hit the back of her throat, but then she eased off and just slurped and licked and sucked his shaft until he was completely hard.
The sight and sounds were indecent in the best way.
She reached down and cupped his balls.
She released the shaft of his cock and licked his balls.
“Your cock tastes so good after we fuck,” Quinn mumbled with her nose nuzzling his sac.
“Shit, Quinn… what’s gotten into you?’ Russell breathed. “Whatever it is, I love it.”
“I just married the man of my dreams, my father, and I’m carrying his child. If that isn’t the best sin possible…”
She trailed off because she needed to lick him again.
“Fuck… I’m gonna blow,” Russell said.
“Paint my tits and my belly… I want your cum all over me,” Quinn said, stroking him vigorously.
“Shit.” He took over stroking himself so he could aim his dick where she wanted it.
Soon, long, thick strands of cum were shooting from the tip of his dick, and he made sure to aim so his fluids landed somewhere between her neck and the top of her bump.
He didn’t miss a spot.
“Fuck, yeah,” Quinn breathed, basking in the cum bath Russell was giving her.
He was so turned on; he was able to put several long strands of his seed on her belly and over her tits.
Finally, he thought he was spent for a while, but then Quinn cupped her cum-covered breast and began to spread Russell’s seed all over her tits and then her belly.
Soon, she shone with a coating of his jizz all over the front of her body, and his dick twitched yet again.
But, he really was exhausted, and so he collapsed next to Quinn and helped her spread his cum down to her pussy lips.
They ran their fingers up and down her pussy lips slowly, staring into each other’s eyes, until they both fell asleep.
The next morning, Russell and Quinn ate a room service breakfast of waffles and strawberries with lots of syrup and whipped cream, which of course ended up all over Quinn’s body.
Russell cleaned her up with his tongue pretty well, but, unlike cum, syrup and whipped cream are actually gross when they dry and get sticky.
So, Quinn went to take a shower, alone because she needed to get clean, and Russell went out to the balcony.
The balcony of their suite was rather large.
And, they had chosen this hotel because, while it appeared to be just another beautiful, high class hotel, the rooms had small amenities specifically for their sexually charged guests.
Hence, the balcony had a hammock chair that looked suspiciously like a sex swing.
And the floor was padded.
Russell sat in the chair, waiting for Quinn to finish.
He knew she’d find him when she was done.
For two weeks, they’d be alone with zero interruptions, and Russell knew that meant that Quinn would be insatiable.
And, he was going to have the time of his life.
Russell was on the verge of drifting off to thoughts of Quinn naked and wet in the shower when he heard the door to the balcony.
The chair faced the door, and he opened his eyes.
There, coming through the door, was Quinn.
He expected her to be naked, but she wasn’t, but what she wore left nothing to the imagination.
She wore the skimpiest red bra and panty set possible.
It was see through lace, but that was just the beginning.
Her breasts overflowed from the bra, and the panties, in addition to being crotchless, held on literally by a string.
The only lace in the panties covered Quinn’s mound.
Quinn’s large, round belly looked even hotter spilling over the panties.
“Fuck,” he breathed, taking Quinn in.
He wanted to pull the lace in the front of her panties down and taste and nuzzle her there, but she looked predatory.
When she looked predatory, he never wanted to stop her.
“You like?” Quinn smiled.
“Fuck, yeah…” Russell was inarticulate at the moment.
“You look good enough to eat yourself,” Quinn smirked.
She walked up to her father in the chair and dropped to her knees.
She untied his robe and smiled when she his cock already hard.
“You really liked my surprise, huh, Daddy?” she asked, stroking his cock.
“I love you so much, Princess… so much,” Russell whispered.
Quinn stood up on her knees and kissed Russell hard, casually stroking his cock.
Quinn swiped her tongue deep and around inside Russell’s mouth.
She backed off a little, and they swirled their tongues together as Quinn began fondling Russell’s balls.
“I want you to paint my tits again. I miss seeing your cum leaking out of my pussy… I need to see it,” Quinn whispered against his lips.
“Damn,” Russell answered.
She kissed him again, and then moved to take his dick back in her mouth.
She continued to fondle his balls as she bobbed up and down on his cock.
He gulped at the sight of her lips wrapped around his cock.
“Take off your bra… I want to see your big tits,” Russell said.
She did.
“Can’t wait to paint those nipples,” Russell said.
Quinn flattened her tongue on the underside, tasting his skin and giving him pleasure at once.
“Shit… I’m gonna cum,” Russell gasped.
Quinn backed off and aimed his cock at her tits, stroking with purpose.
She cupped his balls with her other hand and felt them contract and release.
“MMMMmmm,” Quinn moaned, watching the flushed tip of Russell’s cock spew long ropes of cum onto those gorgeous tits.
She moaned some more as the warm fluid ran down over the rounded slopes of her breasts over her areola and her nipples.
Russell pulled her up and attacked those nipples with his mouth.
He swirled his tongue, around the rose-colored puffy skin around her nipple as Quinn spread her father’s cum over her breasts, gathering one particularly big glob on her finger and putting it in her mouth to taste.
“Delicious,” Quinn gasped. “I need some in my cunt, now.”
Russell leaned down to kiss her again, squeezing her tits as they swirled their tongues again.
“You know I want that too… I want you to spread your legs for me,” he said.
They switched places, Quinn sitting in the swinging chair and Russell standing before her, taking in the sight of her spreading her legs, exposing her pussy surrounded by the red material of the panties.
“Do you want me to take them off?” she asked.
“Take them off… they’re so pretty and sexy, baby, but I need you naked while I fuck you,” he said.
“Yes, Daddy,” Quinn answered.
She reached down and untied one side, then the other.
The material fell away, and Russell helped her out of them.
He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.
“Thank you for the surprise, baby...you were like a teenage wet dream walking out in that,” he said.
“You’re welcome… now fuck me,” she smiled.
Russell, whose cock was still hard because Quinn just did that to him, lined up with her pussy and grabbed her thighs.
The swing allowed him to push her legs up to her breasts and get a good angle to line his cock up.
He plunged straight in with Quinn’s thighs on her stomach and her knees over her breasts.
It was an amazing sight.
“Fuck me,” Quinn repeated.
He was mesmerized by how good her pussy felt around his dick.
He knew he’d never get tired of it, and he always noticed something different each time.
This time it was the feeling of her walls fluttering as he slid inside of her.
But at her command, he started to swivel his hips hard into her.
He knew he wouldn’t last long. The thing about having so much sex was that he never lasted long.
But, that was fine with him and Quinn.
Quinn loved the feeling of his cum, and he could get it up again quicker than most men.
He watched her stomach and tits bounce every time his pelvis slapped against her cunt lips.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Quinn chanted. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Russell pulled her legs further apart and to the side to give him a little extra room to go deeper.
“That’s it, Daddy. You’re so deep,” Quinn panted. “Give it to me…cum inside my pussy.”
It wasn’t the dirtiest thing she’d ever said by a long shot, but it set off his teetering orgasm.
He squeezed her thighs and thrust in hard one more time.
He shot his load deep inside Quinn, and she followed with her own intense orgasm.
“Fuck,” Quinn gasped as she felt her daddy’s hot seed spread inside her, as the chair creaked and swung back.
When gravity took it back forward a little, Russell’s cock nudged her cervix, and she screamed.
“Fuck!”
Her pussy squeezed Russell’s long, pulsing cock inside her again, gushing more.
Finally, his balls were empty, and his soft cock slipped from her pussy.
He watched cum drip from her flexing hole.
“You’re so sexy,” he blurted.
She put her legs down and sat up a little, reaching for her father’s ass.
She palmed his ass cheeks and licked his softening penis.
She wasn’t trying to get him hard again, yet.
She just wanted to taste it.
“Yummy,” she mumbled and stood up. “That was fun. Let’s go find somewhere else for you to fuck me.”
For the next week, they fucked and fucked and fucked.
In the bathroom, with Quinn straddling him on the toilet and sitting, legs spread wide, on the sink.
In the easy chair, Quinn’s hands braced on the top of the chair as she rode him like a stallion.
Russell’s favorite was when he leaned against the wall as Quinn bent over and just worked his penis with her pussy muscles.
Her wet, velvety walls massaged every inch of his cock as she swung her hips around and around.
It was incredible.
He put the experience in his memory bank to make sure they repeated it…a lot.
And, they still couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies.
In the small amounts of time that their bodies weren’t pressed together with Russell’s dick in Quinn’s pussy, the most they were robes and towels.
Quinn hadn’t even brought any other lingerie besides her white wedding underwear, which Russell didn’t even see before he had it off of her, and the red combo she’d surprised him with.
Quinn was so wet, during those few moments of no sex, that her juices dripped down her thighs with arousal as she walked around the suite.
Usually, when she got out of bed after a thorough fucking, she could feel more of his cum trying to escape her pussy.
In those moments, she’d simply push it back in with her finger, and moan.
Russell would get hard but let her go pee.
By the time their second week started, Quinn was so horny she was primed to ratchet up the depravity of their fucking even more.
In fact, the last thing she said before she fell asleep that night was, “Wake me up with your tongue, Daddy.”
Russell was spooning Quinn when he woke up., and his dick was nestled between her ass cheeks, already twitching from just feeling Quinn.
She’d asked him to wake her with his tongue, and he was going to do his best to satisfy.
He started with her neck, licking as lightly as possible up to her ear.
He flicked his tongue on her ear, then took her lobe into his mouth for a second.
He didn’t want her to wake up just yet. He just wanted to make whatever pleasant dream she may be having just a little better.
He moved his mouth from her, planting kisses and licks down her back.
He couldn’t reach the small of her back, but he’d come back to that sometime before they left.
He also wanted to worship her body, treat her like a queen at least once while they were still in Mexico.
He reached her glorious ass with his tongue and was no longer concerned with gentleness.
He planned on waking her up and ravishing her very soon.
He bit one of her ass cheeks lightly and soothed the spot with his tongue.
He licked down the plane of her ass, closer and closer to her pussy, until finally he was there.
One flick to her clit woke her up.
“Mmmm,” she groaned and stretched. “I was having a very pleasant dream.”
“Oh yeah? What was it about?” Russell smirked.
“You were making me feel so good, and I was covered in your hot cum,” she smiled.
“I’ll be more than happy to make it real,” Russell replied.
He kissed her pussy, then moved up to her mouth.
He gave Quinn a healthy taste of her juices and pulled away.
“Good morning, Princess. What’s your pleasure this morning?” Russell smiled.
Quinn giggled.
“So chivalrous,” she teased.
“I just want to please my woman,” Russell answered. “Is that so bad?”
“No… not at all, but you always please me. And, I’m lucky.”
“I think we’re both lucky… so what do you want, right now?” he asked again.
“I want you to cover me with your cum, but first I want you to fill me with it... my pregnant body is craving my father’s hot seed, inside and out,” Quinn husked.
“Damn… I would never say no to that.”
Russell squeezed one of her tits and kissed her neck as he scooted his lower body to spoon her again and line his cock up.
“I’m soaked… put it in me,” Quinn breathed.
She wrapped her top leg around his thigh,
He plunged his cock in until it was immersed in wet, warm flesh that was unmistakably Quinn.
He wrapped his arm around her belly and squeezed one of her tits, hard.
“Shit, that feels good,” Quinn gasped.
He kneaded her breast hard until it pleasantly ached.
“I’m fucking my daughter,” Russell said… struck by the thought at the familiar sensations of Quinn surrounded him.
He’d taken Quinn so many times, but it always felt like the first time.
“You are… so good,” she said.
Speaking of pleasant aches, Quinn’s pussy was feeling so stretched right then, and she couldn’t think of a better feeling than her father’s dick plunging so deep, stretching her and sliding along her walls.
She gushed at his reminder that he wasn’t just her new husband.
He was her father.
This sinful thought fueled an unusually long fuck that soon made Quinn crazy with arousal.
Her juices were dripping on the bed, and both of them were panting with the exertion.
Finally, Russell lifted Quinn’s leg in the air to get just that tiniest bit deeper, and that’s all it took.
“Take your father’s load,” Russell growled.
After all that time, Russell’s orgasm was so pent up that when he thrust one more time, the cum shot out of him and into Quinn’s pussy like a pressurized pistol.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Quinn screamed.
The feeling of Russell’s cum shooting inside her sensitive pussy so hard sent her to her own mind numbing orgasm.
She clamped down on his cock with her pussy so hard, that he bucked into her and shot another stream of cum into Quinn.
Her pussy stayed clenched around his cock, gushing juices all over his cock, balls and the sheets.
Finally, his balls were empty, and she relaxed.
But, she wasn’t done.
She pulled off of him and turned around to take his cock into her mouth.
With the sole objective of getting him hard again, and tasting herself on his cock of course, she moved her lips up and down his cock and massaged his balls with her palm.
She moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock brushing the roof of her mouth as it hardened.
“Baby girl, you’re so good with your mouth,” Russell gasped.
He may be pushing 45 years old, but he was keeping up with his 20-year-old daughter just fine.
“I need cum all over me,” she said. “Jerk off and paint my body.”
She stretched out, arching her back, putting her tits and belly on display.
“Go on” she goaded.
Russell was distracted, as usual, by Quinn’s hot body and sensual movements.
She brought him back to earth with her hand cupping his balls.
“I want to be dirty,” she said.
“Shit,” Russell gasped as he began to jerk off. “You’re already so dirty.”
Quinn fondled Russell’s balls.
“Mmmm… I am. Show me how dirty,” she purred.
She fondled his balls more, just holding them in them in her hand and caressing them.
Russell continued to stroke his penis, feeling his orgasm building steadily with Quinn’s fingers definitely helping him get there.
Her finger pressed on a particularly sensitive spot at the base of his sac, and he exploded.
Quinn’s hand and his stroking had produced so much cum that it sprang out of the tip of his cock and landed in very long, very thick ropes over Quinn’s stomach.
Then, she squeezed his balls and another round spurted out, this time on her tits, coloring her nipples white.
“Fuck… thank you, Daddy,” Quinn panted as Russell fell at her side.
Quinn was busy spreading the precious seed all over her body until she shined with it from her belly to her neck.
White globs of viscous fluid dotted the entire front of her body.
“You look so dirty,” Russell breathed, astonished at the depths that Quinn’s wanton sexuality had reached so far.
He couldn’t wait to see how much further down she’d pull him.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
“You want to get that?” Russell asked. “I think it’s our lunch. That room service boy would enjoy the show, I’m sure.”
“Mmmm, well as much as I’d enjoy the attention… no, this body is for you only,” Quinn smiled.
“Good answer,” Russell said.
He kissed Quinn deeply, running his hand over her belly, down to her pussy.
Then, he got up and got their lunch.
They didn’t eat it.
When Russell came back into the bedroom, Quinn was playing with strands of his cum over her pussy lips, and Russell had to have her again right then.
He pulled her out of the bed, bent her over the long, low dresser and looked into her eyes through the mirror that ran the length of the dresser.
They held their gaze as he pounded into her.
“Fill my dirty cunt!” Quinn soon husked.
Watching Quinn talk, the words floating from the sexiest mouth, could easily send Russell into an orgasm all by itself.
He filled her until cum poured from her pussy onto the floor.
It turned out Quinn’s depravity knew very few bounds, and by the end of the week, Russell was way more in love with her than he had been before.
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