My Daughter My Wife Episode 3

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I closed from work and was in a hurry to go home. Madonna had accepted my marriage proposal that night, and in appreciation of my decision to marry her, that girl sent me to new realms I’ve never been before.

Why did she have so much effect one? Was it because her sacred melons are so full and firm? Or was it because of the way she always dangled them over my mouth while she rode me like no man’s business?

Whatever it is, I found myself always in a hurry to go home to her at the end of the day’s work. And yesterday, on my way, I got her some gifts to show her how happy I was with what she did to me last night.

Her siblings were soon put to sleep after I got back and we began another night of marathon two person’s press up. At one point, she screamed “daddy easy! Don’t sweat it, I want to be the one who makes you happy”, making me nearly pass out as she reverse cow girled me!

At first, she had my legs propped up, so my knees massaged her succulent sacred twins as she grinded my poor phallus, then, she pushed my legs down as some point, pressing my ankle down with her soft palms as she continued to roll, her legs stretched so straight they were almost touching my head

Then, I knew she meant to ki!l me when this girl pulled her legs forward again, making her return to a sitting position. Her back arched such that I could could see the firm sisters vibrating just as she continued tw êrking on me.

When my right hand moved to hold one of the soft pointers in position, I do not know, but I realised at some point that I was massaging the extra soft bundle of pleasure with my right hand, while my left hand held onto the ever moving waist.

“Oh daddy! Yes daddy!!” She screamed as she reached the mountain top in one full swing, pulling her hair as she screamed, before she collapsed on my leg.

I swiftly rolled her over and took my position above her, totally unable to hold back. No! I couldn’t! Not with her already fully lubricated gateway to pleasure land, so welcoming and accommodating.

“Faster daddy! Harder sweet daddy!!” She urged me as I continued to pant and bang, until I began to shiver and speak in unknown languages when the sensation that follows the culmination of the pleasure ride overwhelmed me.

Wait, was she screaming as well? Yes, we were both arriving at the hill top hand in hand. What a sweet and unforgettable experience.

“Come on my Donna, let’s get there” I screamed, still trying to wait for her, and when I couldn’t hold out again, when I didn’t have control over those rebelling millions of my progenies, they escaped in an outburst, swimming happily in an attempt to locate her eggs.

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Alas! It was just a futile journey for them, for one of their kinds had first hit the target some weeks before, having arrived faster than the others in a liquid form, and waiting to come back to me in a solid form.

Madonna stretched and squirmed as she too arrived there again. She smiled happily, looking up at me with a face so bright. “That was great daddy! And yes, I love how you call me your Donna” she told me before she walked into the bathroom.

“Damn you Chuks! You don’t know what this girl is capable of and what she’s been doing to me, or you won’t have dared talk about her being too young, and the n0nsense about her being my daughter.

“This girl is a thousand things her mother wasn’t to me. She was my step daughter, not my daughter, and tomorrow, I’m getting those papers signed to make her my legal wife. She’s the one for me, that I know!” I told myself as I went into the bathroom to have a shower with her.

I was happy with myself and the girl I have chosen to love until I left the house that morning. But why do I suddenly feel that something is about to go wrong? Do you think I’m wrong to have chosen to pursue my happiness?

I’ve always called her “Donna” as a growing child, but now that she’s more than a daughter to me, I chose to call her “My Donna”, but she maintained the “Daddy” she had always called me.

Although I have been telling myself that the “daddy” she now calls me is the one lovers call their man, but Chuks my colleague won’t stop making me feel bahd. Do you think I should stop telling Chuks about the pleasurable nights and passionate early morning s3x my baby gives me?

TO Be Continued