Round 2

As Dad's hungry eyes meet mine, a wicked grin spreads across his face. He knows exactly what I crave, what I yearn for deep down in the darkest corner of my mind. And he's more than willing to give it to me.

"Get on your fucking knees, boy," he growls with a sense of delicious authority. I comply eagerly, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm ready for him, ready to surrender myself fully to the perverse desires that course through my veins.

Dad step towards me, his cock throbbing with anticipation. The air is thick with an intoxicating mixture of lust, power, and a touch of the forbidden. He positions himself behind me, his strong hands groping my ass, kneading the flesh with greedy desire.

With a sudden, forceful thrust, he plunges deep inside me, sending shivers of pleasure-pain racing through my body. My mind fractures, the pain melding with the sick ecstasy that courses through me. I can't help but beg for more, my voice laced with a mixture of desire and desperation.

"Please, Daddy," I whimper, my voice raw with need. "Fuck me harder. Destroy me."

Dad's primal instincts take over, his hips slamming into me with unrelenting ****. The bed creaks and groans beneath our twisted dance, matching the rhythm of our carnal symphony. I feel his hands tighten around my waist, his grip possessive and dominating.

As his thrusts become faster and more fervent, pleasure coils tightly within me. My body trembles, my senses intoxicated by the electrifying dance between pain and pleasure. The sounds of our impulsive fucking fill the room, a symphony of debauchery that echoes through the walls.

But just as I'm teetering on the edge of blissful release, a voice cuts through the thick haze of our twisted pleasure. It's Mom, standing there with eyes burning with a sadistic hunger that matches Dad's.

"Well, well, well," she purrs, her voice dripping with dominance and a wicked desire that makes my skin crawl. "You two really know how to have fun without me, don't you?

Mom steps forward, her hand lazily stroking at her hardened cock. A mix of excitement and trepidation surges through my veins as she takes charge of the situation, ready to turn our twisted fantasy into dark reality.

"Get on your fucking knees, whore," she barks, her voice laced with a commanding authority that cannot be ignored. I do as she commands, dropping to the ground, my eyes locked onto her throbbing member.

As Mom takes charge, she continues to ravage every inch of my willing body, her dominance oozing from every pore. With each thrust, she asserts her control, reveling in the power she holds over me.

Her cock plunges deep inside me, stretching me to my limits, and I can't help but moan with a mix of pleasure and a hint of humiliation. She's relentless, fucking me with an intensity that borders on sadistic, and I find myself craving the depths of this debauchery.

Her hands roam across my quivering flesh, groping and squeezing my ass, leaving behind a trail of fiery marks. She knows just how to taunt and tease, pushing and pulling the boundaries of pleasure and pain.

Her hips move in a rhythmic frenzy, pounding into me with a primal hunger, as if she's determined to claim me as hers and hers alone. Her grip on my hair never wavers, guiding my head to her throbbing member, urging me to take her deeper.

I comply, my mouth enveloping her cock eagerly. The taste of her fills my senses, mixing with the heady scent of sex that permeates the room. I suck and lick, obedient to her commands, **** to please her with every stroke of my tongue.

With each thrust and every slurp, our desire intertwines, creating a grotesque masterpiece of taboo desire. The lines between pleasure and pain blur, and the once-shameful acts become a twisted ballet of debauched satisfaction.

She reaches her peak, her body trembling with the **** of her release. A primal roar escapes her lips as she empties herself deep inside me, marking me as hers in the most intimate way possible. Her seed spills over, a mix of pleasure and dominance that floods every corner of my being.

We collapse in a mess of tangled limbs, panting and sweaty, our bodies sated for the moment. But the depravity that pulses through our veins will always crave more, forever locked in this twisted dance between submission and dominance.