The next day dawned with Stiles’s body still humming from the whirlwind of punishments and pleasures, her plump pink pussy sore but satisfied, her mind racing with caution. She knew Daddy Derek’s jealousy burned hot—he was possessive as hell, growling in her ear during their secret fucks that she was his alone, no sharing with that “old fossil.” Grandpa Peter, oblivious to her two-timing, still whispered sweet filth about how she was his only pleasure source, his wrinkled cock stirring only for her young, slutty body. Stiles felt a pang of guilt for the old man; at 75, he deserved his fun, and denying him felt cruel. But to keep the peace—and her holes filled—she lied to Daddy Derek that afternoon, while he bent her over his desk at home (Eli at work, Grandpa napping).

“I stopped fucking Grandpa, Daddy,” she whimpered, her massive tits pressed against the wood as he thrust into her from behind. “I swear… only your cock now.”