The dildo isn't enough, the pale raven haired beauty is hungry for her uncle's cum

Miranda's Ultimate Taboo: A Feast of Forbidden Pleasures

The Filthy Performance

The camera’s red recording light blinked in the dimness of Miranda’s bedroom, casting a devilish glow across her sweat-slicked skin. She had positioned it carefully—angled to capture the curve of her bare back, the swell of her ass as she knelt on all fours, the stolen dildo standing upright from its suction-cup base on the floor.

From down the hall, the sounds of her mother’s pleasure seeped through the walls—Maria’s breathy moans, the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh, Stefano’s guttural growls.

Miranda’s lips parted in a silent gasp as she lowered herself onto the replica cock, her body still tender from earlier. The stretch burned, but the pain was delicious—a reminder of him, of them, of the betrayal unfolding just rooms away.

"F-Fuck," she whimpered, her fingers digging into her thighs as she took the full length, the silicone ridge pressing against her deepest walls.

The camera captured every second—the way her hips rolled, the way Miranda's breasts swayed with each movement, the way her eyes fluttered shut when she imagined Stefano’s hands on her instead of Maria’s.

On screen, the pale raven haired beauty was a vision of debauchery.

And she loved it.

The Shared Shower & The Sneak

The bedsprings creaked one final time. A satisfied sigh. Footsteps padding toward the bathroom. The shower hissed to life.

Miranda’s head snapped up, her body still thrumming from her own climax.

Now.

She yanked the dildo free, her thighs sticky with her own arousal, and tiptoed to her parents’ bedroom. The door stood ajar, the scent of sex thick in the air—musky, primal, wrong.

Her bare feet sank into the plush carpet as she crept inside.

The bed was a disaster. The sheets tangled, damp with sweat and more—thick, pearly strands glistening against the fabric, pooling between the indents where Maria’s knees had been.

Miranda’s breath hitched.

Stefano’s cum.

Her fingers trembled as she reached out, gathering the still-warm fluid onto her fingertips. The scent—salt and sex and power—made her mouth water.

"O-Oh God," she whispered, her tongue darting out to taste.

The flavor exploded on her tongue—bitter, perfect.

She couldn’t stop.

Her knees hit the carpet as she bent over the mess, her lips sealing around a particularly thick glob, her tongue lapping at the sheets like a starved animal.

"Fuck, f-fuck, fuck," she moaned between licks, her free hand slipping between her legs, her fingers rubbing frantic circles over her clit.

The shower still ran.

She had time.

The Collection & The Corruption

The small glass vial—stolen from her mother’s vanity—filled slowly, drop by obscene drop. Miranda’s fingers worked meticulously, scraping every last bit of Stefano’s release from the sheets, the young woman's arousal dripping down her thighs as she imagined him watching.

"You like that, slut?" she imagined him murmuring, his voice dark with amusement. "Eating my cum from your mommy’s hungry cunt?"

A whimper escaped her lips as she screwed the cap on the vial, her prize now safely stored.

"O-ohmygod, there is still so freaking much... I can't believe mom and dad sleep on this dirty mess."

But the sheets were still soiled, dripping with Stefano's creamy cum and Maria's pussy-juice.

And the young woman was still thirsty...

"J-Just a little taste, I'm helping them... Uhm, c-clean, yeah."

Miranda’s tongue dragged over the fabric one last time, her lips closing around a soaked patch, sucking—

The bathroom door creaked.

She froze.

Footsteps.

A towel snapping.

Maria’s laugh—light, sated.

Miranda scrambled back, her heart hammering, the young woman's slender body thrumming with adrenaline and lust.

She barely made it to the hallway before the bedroom door opened.

The Ultimate Upload

Back in her room, Miranda collapsed against the door, her chest heaving. The dirty vial glinted in her palm, the cum still warm.

The pale raven haired vixen's laptop waited, the video of her riding the dildo already queued for upload.

A few clicks. A blur over her face.

The title: "Daughter’s **** (Sound On)."

She hit post.

Then, with shaking hands, she unscrewed the vial, pouring Stefano’s cum inside the dildo before sinking onto it once more.

The camera rolled.

"F-fuck, it's so hot... I'm getting creampied just like... H-Holy shit!! Yeah, j-just like mom."

The shower ran.

And Miranda came harder than ever before.

The voyeur becomes the exhibitionist