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Unending Drips Of Pleasure

Unending Drips Of Pleasure

Autor:Daisy P

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Introducción
The priest's resonant voice filled the grand, flower-adorned ceremony hall "Do you, Mr. Ethan Edwards, take Miss Yvonne Young as your lawfully wedded wife?" Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but a sudden interruption seized the attention of the esteemed guests. A little boy, no more than eight, darted down the aisle, his small legs moving swiftly, his eyes fixed on Ethan. "No, Dad! You can't!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with desperation, his small frame quivering. Murmurs spread like wildfire through the crowded hall. "Did that kid say 'Dad'?" whispered voices echoed, heads turning, eyebrows raised. Two more children, identical to the first, rushed in, their faces set with determination, their eyes blazing. "Dad, do you really want to leave our mom for this plastic face?" Jayden asked, his tone icy and calculated, his jaw clenched. Yvonne's face reddened with rage, her perfectly manicured hands clenched. "How dare you! You little brats!" She raised her hand to slap Jayden. A commanding voice froze her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Daisy warned, her voice low and menacing, her gaze piercing Yvonne's very soul. All eyes turned to the entrance, where Daisy stood, her slender figure, draped in a sleek black dress, commanding attention. Her raven hair cascaded down her back, framing her porcelain face. Yvonne shivered, her hand still suspended, her eyes darting between Daisy and the kids. The air thickened with tension as Daisy's presence dominated the room. Jayden stepped forward, his eyes blazing. "You're our dad. You didn't bother to know if we existed , and now you're marrying this...this" The ceremony hall erupted into chaos, guests murmuring and speculating. Cameras flashed, capturing the dramatic scene. Yvonne's anger turned to desperation. "Ethan, who are these children?" Ethan's eyes locked with Daisy in sudden realization.
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Daisy

My voice escaped in a pleasure-filled whisper, 'Oh, shit... don't stop.' His vigorous movements didn't cease, and I couldn't help but moan again. He raised his face, a knowing smirk spreading across his lips as our eyes met.

I'd have done anything to wipe that silly smirk off his face but first I needed him to deal with my horny pussy.

Just as I was about protesting, he he slide his shaft into pussy and then started the hard bangs.

"Fuck, don't stop... Fuck me real good." I wasn't one to be vulgar with words but that big shaft pumping in and out of my pussy made me throw all caution to the wind.

I gripped the bed sheets beside me, finding my release over his large shaft.

His mouth continued to suck at my breast as he forced me to ride out the ecstacy he caused. A few thrusts later and he followed closely behind, spurting his seed deep inside me.

Wanna know how I ended up in bed with my baby daddy, all of a sudden?

Then you deserve to know how it all started eight years ago.

EIGHT YEARS AGO

"I burst into the house, barely containing my excitement. 'Mum, I passed the scholarship exam to Dazzle!' I announced, hopping up and down.

My stepmom, Agnes, emerged from the kitchen, a hint of surprise in her voice. 'Dazzle? That's one of California's top schools. Your sister will finally attend a school with qualified teachers, and I'm sure her grades will soar.'

I stared, eyes wide with disbelief. 'What???'"

"Agnes's serious expression cut through my excitement. 'You're acting surprised? You've learned to make sacrifices for Mira. She's young and inexperienced, so it's only right you accommodate her.'

I knew she was exploiting my weakness - my unwavering desire to help. 'But... we agreed I could attend college this year if I passed the scholarship exam,' I ventured, frustration simmering. 'This would be the third opportunity I'd forfeit for Mira...' I hesitated, biting back the unspoken thought: Not like she utilizes them.

Agnes's eyes narrowed. 'Are you complaining?' Her tone was laced with warning. I hastily shook my head, denying any dissent, before swiftly retreating."

"I darted into my room, seeking refuge in the bathroom. I turned on the faucet, letting the rushing water mask my sobs. Slumping against the sink, I buried my face between my knees and unleashed tears without restraint. 'I'm sorry, Mum,' I whispered, choked by grief.

Memories flooded my mind. My mother, deprived of education herself, had always dreamed of a better life for me. Every morning, as she dressed me for school, I'd promise, 'I'll make Momma proud.' But life with Agnes had chipped away at my resolve. Fear held me back from standing up for myself, from pursuing the future Mum had envisioned."

After sobbing for what felt like an eternity, my tears finally subsided. Standing before the mirror, I gazed at my reflection and sighed heavily. "Twenty years old, and still no college," I lamented. "Mira's grown; she can fend for herself. This is the last time I'll sacrifice my dreams for her. If she continues to waste opportunities, she can marry an old pervert for all I care." My words hung in the air, a mix of frustration and desperation.

I squared my shoulders, determination coursing through my veins. Washing away the tear stains, I walked into my room and grasped my old, tattered bag – a gift from Mum on my 13th birthday, before she left us. Father and Agnes had long withheld support, but I'd secretly stashed away earnings, resolved to fund my own education.

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"Hey, Daisy... Over here!" Monalisa, my best friend and coworker at Twilight Hideaway, waved me over. "Boss is looking for you. You're late again." I muttered a curse under my breath. "Dammit, not again."

Monalisa offered a quick save. "Don't worry, I covered for you. Told him you were in the restroom."

I hastily tied on my apron and dove into serving the waiting customers.

"A bottle of cocktail for three," a patron ordered, flanked by two companions.

As I approached to take their order, Monalisa whispered, "I just got word that Dazzle is releasing the scholarship acceptance list today."

I raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference. "Yeah."

Monalisa's curiosity got the better of her. "What's wrong? Did you already check? Didn't make the cut?"

I hesitated, my thoughts drifting to Mira. "Mira would be..."

"Are you kidding me? You're sacrificing your admission for that selfish girl again?" Monalisa exclaimed, her voice piercing. My face paled as she glared at me, her expression a mix of frustration and concern.

"I have no choice, Monalisa. If I defy them, I'll be homeless," I pleaded.

Monalisa's anger boiled over. "That's just an excuse! How can you fall for their manipulation again? For the third time, Daisy! They're walking all over you, and you can't see it?"

I felt a surge of determination. "This is the last time, I promise. I won't let Mira take my place again."

Monalisa's expression softened. "That's the spirit, girl!" She nodded toward the waiting customer. "Better attend to that hunk before he loses his cool."

I grabbed the tray, loaded with a bottle of cocktail and three empty glasses, and headed toward the impatient patron.