My Steamy Story: Black thug dad home from prison dislike...

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Okay, so my dad just got home after ten years inside, and he was throwing major main character energy at his welcome home party. He kept giving my husband, Kyle, the absolute worst side-eye—like, full-on murder vibes. I could tell he was jealous AF that I’d moved on, built a life. He pulled me into the back pantry, smelling like whiskey and trouble, and was like, “You really let that simp claim what’s mine?” And I was drunk too, okay? The tension was so thick. Next thing I know, his hands are all over me, under my dress, and he’s whispering how he always wanted me. It was so wrong but the rizz was unreal. He pinned me against the shelves, his dick hard against my ass, and I was so wet. He tore my panties off and just took me from behind, rough, his grip tight on my hips. I came so hard my knees buckled, and he filled my pussy up, groaning about how he’d always own me. And yeah… that’s how I ended up pregnant by my own dad. Big yikes.