My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story describe...

My Story Time:

Alright, bestie, spill the tea? Fine. So, I’m Sloane. Sloane fucking Finch. That’s my name. But around here, everyone just calls me the Hand-Me-Down. Yeah, period. Oof—ah! Sorry, my son, Leo, is fucking me from behind right now. His dick is… mmm… so deep. He just slapped my ass. Hard.

Anyway, it started when I caught my husband, Arthur—he’s 62, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—fucking our family friend, Elara. She’s 18. He looked me dead in the eye, told me I was “too old,” and made me strip. Burned all my clothes. The iconic moment? He told me, “You’re just a used-up hole now. Get the boys to breed you. We need the milk.”

So that’s my life. I’m the household milk cow and free-use cunt. Ah! Leo, baby, slower—I’m trying to tell a story! He just choked me, bestie. Sheesh.

My other son, Milo, is over there squeezing my tit into a glass. Pinching my nipple so hard. Fuck! That hurts… but also, mmm. They drink it like it’s Gatorade. My daughters, Chloe and Sophia, just told me to shut up and make them a sandwich. They slap my tits to get the milk flowing. They say it’s so they learn to not end up like me—a discarded Hand-Me-Down. They need to marry young and be a good slut for their man.

Oh god, Leo’s cumming inside me. Pumping his load into my pussy. Yes! I’m cumming too! Fuck! He’s pulling out… and now he’s rubbing his dick all over my face, smearing his cum. And… smack. There’s the post-fuck slap. Always.

So yeah. That’s the tea. I’m the Hand-Me-Down. Arthur’s with Elara, true love, whatever. And I’m just here, getting fucked by my sons, milked by everyone, and slapped around. But honestly? After the first dozen gangbangs at Arthur’s parties… my mind broke. And now? I’m just addicted. I need a cock in me 24/7. It’s the only thing that feels right.

Milo just whispered he wants me in his room after this. Gonna fuck me rough again. Gotta go.