Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Both Angela and Daniel panted hard after their mouths finally tore apart. Most of the damage had been done by Daniel — he had sucked the breath and soul out of her lips until they were swollen, red, and shiny with spit. Thick ropes of his saliva still clung to the corners of her mouth and glistened under the warm bedroom light, making her plump, ruined lips look even filthier and more inviting, almost begging him to take another bite.

But Daniel wasn’t lost in pure lust. Even with his cock throbbing violently between her fat ass cheeks, his mind stayed sharp. He knew exactly who was standing on the other side of the door, listening to every wet, obscene sound. Tonight his job was to make sure that listener got the full, filthy show.

A cold, cruel grin spread across Daniel’s face as he thought about Sora.

My dear bastard son... so possessive, so disgusted by NTR after stuffing your head with all those cuck stories. What a fucking hypocrite. You can’t stand the thought of being the one getting cucked, yet you planned to give that exact humiliation to your own father. Pathetic little shit.

Daniel knew Sora had already started treating Angela like his personal property — his future toy, his secret cunt. Tonight that same son would be forced to stand outside and listen while his father broke into "his" Angela from behind, stretched her open, and used her like a cheap whore on this debauched night.

The knowledge that those same soft, spit-shined lips he had just sucked, chewed, and tongue-fucked had once stretched around that bastard’s cock filled Daniel with a fresh surge of boiling rage.

He exploded.

This time he didn’t yank her head up. He shoved her face down hard into the white pillow with aggressive force. Her panting mouth, half-lidded eyes, and flushed face were crushed flat against the soft fabric, muffling her voice into the cushion.

"Dan—Ahh~! What are you doing?!" Her words came out rough, wet, and muffled, but that natural slutty tone still leaked through. Even her everyday voice carried that soft, filthy quality that could make any man’s cock throb and leak.

Daniel kept her head pinned down without mercy. He climbed fully over her back, one hand still buried deep in her thick, silky hair, twisting the strands tight enough to sting. His heavy, veined cock stayed trapped in the sweaty, slippery cleft of her fat ass, grinding slowly and deliberately against her dripping cunt. Hot, ragged breaths spilled directly over her sensitive ear as he leaned in close.

"Worshipping my dear wife," he muttered, voice thick, low, and dripping with dark lust.

Then he attacked her earlobe.

The first touch was only a light graze of teeth — just enough to make her whole body shudder with nervous anticipation. A second later he bit down hard. No soft nibbling. No gentle teasing. His teeth sank firmly into the delicate, sensitive earlobe that was meant to be treated with soft lips and careful tongue.

He wanted the high, broken, pain-laced moan.

And he got it.

"Ahhhngg—!! Darling—!!"

Angela’s thick ass clenched hard around his cock at the sudden sharp pain. Fresh cream squeezed out of her ruined thong and smeared all over his shaft as she whimpered into the pillow, body trembling under his weight.

Daniel kept his teeth locked on her earlobe for a long second, growling against it, before finally releasing it with a wet sound and licking the reddened flesh slowly... only to bite down again harder.

Daniel refused to show her earlobe any mercy. He kissed, sucked, chewed, and tugged on the delicate flesh with his teeth, pulling it deep between his lips and biting down hard enough to force high, broken, slutty screams out of her throat.

"Ahhh—! Ahhhngg—! Darling—!! It hurts—!!"

Every time she cried out he only sucked harder, tongue swirling wetly over the reddened, swollen lobe while his completely naked body pressed tightly against her thin, silky nightie. His skin was still damp from the shower, and the moisture quickly soaked through the delicate fabric, making it cling obscenely to her back, her sides, and the soft underside of her heavy breasts. The wet silk stuck to her skin like a second layer and made her shiver hard from the cold-hot contrast.

Once he was satisfied that the earlobe was thoroughly marked, puffy, and shiny with his spit, Daniel moved lower. He dragged his broad tongue into the little depression of her ear, licking the sensitive inner folds with slow, filthy strokes, then sealed his mouth over it completely and sucked hard — as if he was trying to suck the slutty moans straight out of her skull.

Angela moaned like a pure, broken bitch. Her voice came out muffled and wet against the pillow as Daniel kept assaulting every sensitive spot he could reach. Her fat, jiggling ass cheeks clenched tightly around his thick cock, squeezing and milking the shaft, while her dripping cunt kept coating the underside of his length with thick, creamy love juices. The wet, filthy sliding sound of her bare pussy lips kissing and sliding along his cock filled the small space between their bodies.

Outside the door, Sora had his ears pressed tightly against the wood like a desperate animal. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open as he listened to his stepmother — the woman he had already started claiming in his mind as his future toy — moaning, whimpering, and crying out under his father.

He heard Daniel’s rough, heavy, cold voice full of dark, possessive desire. His head throbbed painfully. He had always believed their sexual life was basically dead — his father was old, always working late shifts, rarely home at night. But the wet, filthy, unmistakable sounds of skin, spit, and sex leaking through the door right now told a completely different story.

Sora wanted to scream. He quickly slapped a palm hard over his mouth to kill the sound. In his mind he saw his sexy, thick-assed stepmother pinned face-down beneath his father, moaning and begging, while the older man fucked her from behind and ruined her insides with that thick cock. The image made his stomach twist with pure rage and helpless, throbbing arousal at the same time.

He hated it. His eyes reddened as he clenched them shut. His heart constricted so tightly it hurt. He pressed his ear even harder against the door, as if he could force a hole straight through the wood, listening to every wet smack, every broken moan, and every filthy suck while his own cock strained painfully against his pants, already leaking precum.

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