Drunken Stumble, throatpie edition

Throat Training: A Raven-Haired Beauty's Forbidden Lesson

The Drunken Intrusion

The house was silent save for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer, its rhythmic tick-tock-tick-cock counting the seconds until midnight.

"Dammit!"

Stefano staggered through the front door, his vision blurred by the cheap whiskey still burning in his veins, his mind haunted by the image of Jessica—his wife—spread across some rich bastard’s leather seats, her fat ass cheeks spilling out of those slutty fishnets, the woman he had shared lifelong vows with... The cheating slut's tits barely contained in that crop top as she laughed at him, her husband...

"Fucking whore," he slurred, his fist connecting with the wall hard enough to crack the plaster.

He needed Maria.

Needed her plump lips wrapped around his cock, the mature woman's wet throat working his length until he forgot Jessica’s name.

The master bedroom was empty.

But there—a sliver of light beneath Miranda’s door.

Stefano’s breath hitched.

Maria had to be in there.

The Mistaken Feast

Miranda lay sprawled across her bed, the silk sheets cool against her bare thighs, her raven hair fanned across the pillows like spilled ink. The cameras—hidden in the vanity mirror, the bookshelf, the fucking ceiling—hummed softly, their red recording lights blinking in the shadows.

She’d known Stefano would come.

Had waited for him.

The door creaked open.

Miranda feigned sleep, her breath slow and even, her lips slightly parted.

Stefano’s footsteps were heavy, unsteady. The scent of whiskey and sweat filled the room as he loomed over the bed, his calloused fingers gripping Miranda’s chin, tilting her face toward him.

"Thought you could hide from me, hmm?" he growled, his voice rough with lust.

Miranda didn’t respond, her pulse racing as Stefano’s thumb brushed her bottom lip, his grip tightening.

"Open."

A command.

Miranda obeyed.

Stefano’s cock—thick, veiny, reeking of salt and musk—slapped against her cheek before pressing against her lips.

"Suck."

Miranda’s mouth watered.

"Finally..."

How many times had she fantasized about this?

The Gagging Symphony

Stefano’s fat cock filled her mouth, the swollen head bumping the back of her throat, the slender beauty's gag reflex clenching as she fought to accommodate his girth.

"Fuck, just like that," Stefano groaned, his fingers tangling in her raven hair-locks, yanking the slender beauty's pretty face forward until his throbbing cock bulged in her throat.

*GLOCK!*

*GLOCK!!*

*GLOCK*

Miranda choked, the pale vixen's grey eyes watering, her manicured nails digging into the sheets as Stefano fucked her face with slow, brutal strokes.

"Relax, slut," he muttered, his hips snapping forward, driving another inch down the cockdrunk slut's throat. "Take it all."

Miranda’s nose pressed against his pelvis, her throat fluttering around him, her body burning with the effort to breathe.

"HMMPH!!"

Stefano grinned.

"There you go," he purred, pulling back just enough to let her gasp before shoving back in. "Gonna train this pretty throat right."

Miranda’s moan was guttural, ****.

The cameras caught everything.

The Rough Throat Breeding

Stefano’s pace was merciless.

*GLOCK*

*GLOCK!!*

*GLOCK!!!*

The middle-aged man pulsing cock pounded Miranda's throat-pussy, each thrust deeper, harder, relentless. His balls slapping against the young woman's chin as Miranda gagged, her spit dripping down his shaft, the slender vixen's tears streaking her flushed cheeks.

"Fuck, you’re tight," Stefano groaned, his grip on her hair vice-like. "Gonna make you swallow every fucking inch—"

Miranda’s throat convulsed, the pale beauty's frame shaking with blissful abandon as Stefano held her there, his fat cock pulsing against her tongue, her air cut off, the young woman's vision spotting—

Then—

Release.

Stefano yanked her back, letting her cough, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.

"Again," he demanded, his cock glistening with her spit.

Miranda leaned forward, her luscious red lips wrapping around him, her submission absolute.

Stefano groaned.

"Good girl."

The Morning After

The cameras had everything.

Miranda’s gagging orgasms.

Stefano’s groans.

The slap of skin on skin.

The gush of cum as the man old enough to be Miranda's father filled her throat again and again.

And now?

Now the video was live.

Title: "Daddy’s Drunken Throatpie (Real Stepdaughter Deepthroat Training)."

Views: climbing.

Comments: filthy.

And Miranda?

"D-Damn, I can feel it... His cum... Sloshing around in my belly. O-Ohmygod, that's so fucking hot!"

Miranda was smiling.