Chapter 120: [120] Moonlit Velvet Cordinal

Marcella swayed her wide and soft hips left and right as she walked toward the circular dining table. The long blue and white maid uniform clung tightly to every mature curve, the heavy swing of her massive tits, the thick jiggle of her ass. Behind her followed a much younger maid in a short skirt; every step made the fabric flip upward, flashing pure white panties stretched across a plump young mound and the soft, thick flesh of her thighs while she carrying a golden craved tray.

Reaching the table, Marcella bowed slightly, the motion making her heavy breasts shift and press together inside the tight uniform. When she straightened, a gentle, elegant smile curved her still-slightly-swollen, spit-kissed lips.

"It’s our House Special... Moonlit Velvet Cordial. It helps with refreshing the body, deep relaxation, and makes one feel a pleasant little weight settling low in the stomach. It’s on the house. Please enjoy."

She stepped back just enough to let the young, tight-bodied maid place three elegant crystal glasses on the table. The liquid inside was a deep, soft rose-purple, thick enough to catch the restaurant lights like liquid silk.

Anna forced a polite smile and nodded in appreciation. Then she turned to Lara, who had returned from the washroom only minutes earlier. Lara’s face was still faintly flushed, her lips a little swollen, and she sat with unnatural carefulness.

"Did you see my daddy anywhere? He’s taking quite a long time to come back..."

Lara’s heart slammed violently against her ribs. Her lips stretched into a twitching, carefully calm smile as she parted her still-kiss-bruised mouth. The taste of Daniel’s and Marcella’s mixed spit still lingered on her tongue.

"No... I didn’t see him anywhere."

Anna’s expression tightened with real worry. The way Daniel had left earlier made her afraid he might do something reckless to himself. Her eyes shook. She started to stand, soft young breasts shifting under her top.

"I’m going to look for him—"

"Don’t!!"

Lara’s high-pitched voice cut through the air and froze Anna mid-rise.

"I mean... he felt quite hurt, you know. He’s probably just smoking it out somewhere quiet. Don’t bother him. He’ll come back on his own. He’s mature... he won’t hold onto it for long."

Lara’s voice stuttered. The moment she forced herself back down, her still-burning, heavily spanked crimson ass pressed hard against the soft velvet seat. The fabric dragged across the hot, handprint-marked skin, sending sharp, filthy sparks of leftover pain and forced pleasure through her. Inside her mouth she could still taste the wet, tangled tongues of both Daniel and Marcella. Her damp, completely soaked panties clung obscenely to her puffy, swollen pussy lips, the thin material glued to every fold and the sticky remnants of her earlier squirts. Every tiny shift made the wet fabric rub against her oversensitive clit, forcing her to squirm harder against the chair.

Lara’s words were logical, but Anna still felt restless. She wanted to explain herself. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him and only him. Yes, she had done wrong, but there had been a reason. At the end of the day she knew she wasn’t Daniel’s real blood daughter. She was only his step-daughter.

He was already taking care of her four sisters and her mother. She was terrified he would one day grow tired of the responsibility, see them as a burden, and regret ever marrying Angela. That fear was what had always stopped her from opening up. She had never once considered him an outsider. When he said they never treated him like family, it had struck her heart like a knife, pinched, squeezed, and pierced it until she could barely breathe. She wanted to rush to him, explain everything, and express her boundless first love by kissing him lip-to-lip in front of the whole world, marry him in front of her mother, and give him a proper child of his own blood... because in her eyes his current son was nothing but a useless leecher who only thought about getting into her and her sisters’ panties.

"You’re... right," Anna whispered, voice soft and guilty. "But I’m still afraid he’ll do something that..."

Lara could not let her leave. She barked again, sharper this time, thighs pressing together under the table to hide how wet she was.

"Anna, he wouldn’t want to meet you right now. He just needs a quiet place to think calmly."

Anna pressed her lips into a thin line. Her ankles twitched with the urge to run and search for him. Her fingers curled into tight fists as the internal war raged, go or stay. ℯℯ𝘭.

Marcella took one smooth, hip-swaying step forward, voice silky and perfectly controlled.

"Sorry for intruding... but if you’re talking about Mr. Daniel, he is currently speaking with my husband in the garden."

Anna, Kira, and Lara all turned to her in stunned silence.

"Your husband...?" Kira muttered, eyes wide.

"Yes. My husband came to meet me, but when he saw Mr. Daniel they started talking. So if you’re worried about Mr. Daniel, please don’t be."

Anna released a long, shaky sigh of relief and sank back into the soft velvet seat, her young body relaxing slightly.

"Why is my daddy talking to your husband?" Anna asked, casually.

Marcella’s eyes shone with a carefully crafted, loving light.

"Oh, they are childhood friends. My husband lives in another city, so they don’t meet often. Now that they’ve met by chance, they’re taking their time recalling old memories."

Kira couldn’t help asking, voice curious,

"You must love your husband dearly?"

"Oh, yes. I love my husband the most."

The words left her lips smoothly, almost sweetly but unknown to everyone at the table, Marcella’s white panties were already completely soaked through again. Thin, warm streams of fresh cunt juice slid down her inner thighs and threatened to drip onto the floor. Not because she was thinking of loving her husband but because the moment she said the words, a vivid, high-definition, filthy vision exploded inside her lust-drunk mind,

Her husband walking into the restaurant, finding her spread wide open on a dining table, legs forced apart, while Daniel took both of her holes turn by turn cock buried deep in her stretched, cum-filled cunt one moment, then slamming into her gaping, well-used asshole the next. Daniel grabbing her fat, jiggling ass with both hands, squeezing and smacking the soft cheeks until they burned red, then burying himself to the root and pumping thick, heavy ropes of cum deep into her womb. Still not satisfied, he would shove her off the table onto her knees, fist her hair, and fuck her throat raw, balls slapping her chin, flooding her stomach with another load while she stared up at her own husband with wet, dirty, taunting eyes, acting like a silent, obedient, and completely owned property.

It took every last ounce of Marcella’s self-control not to squirt buckets right there in front of the three young girls. Her thighs pressed tightly together under the short skirt.

"Oh... my daddy’s friend," Anna whispered softly, almost relieved.

"Yes. So please give them a little time, and don’t wait for him. And do tell me... how do you like our speciality?"

"Ah... yes." Anna picked up the elegant glass, the rose-purple liquid swirling gently.

Lara’s eyes were glued to that same glass like it was a loaded gun. She rested the cool rim against her own still-swollen lips without drinking, her chest feeling tight and constricted with guilt. She wanted to smack the glass out of Anna’s hand the moment her friend raised it. When Anna finally pressed the rim against her soft, tender lips and took the first small sip, Lara’s belly contracted hard. A thick, hot tear rolled down her cheek as she whispered inside her mind,

"Sorry, Anna... I had no choice."

Her gaze shifted to Kira, who was already gulping the Moonlit Velvet Cordial down like cold soda water, throat working, a little droplet escaping the corner of her mouth. Lara’s eyelids twitched. She wanted to feel the same sharp, choking guilt toward Kira... but deep in her heart, she felt something different. She wanted her fatherless friend to feel Daniel’s thick, veined cock stirring that tight little unused pussy. She wanted Kira to accept him as a real daddy. Yes, Daniel was a pervert who thought with his cock but at least under him, the only place Kira would suffer was between her spread legs. Lara had seen Kira’s mother, exhausted, dark circles under her eyes, body worn down to the bone, steps away from collapsing. If things continued as they were, that woman would die of pure exhaustion. It was better for both of them to live under Daniel’s thick cock, enjoy his twisted, possessive fatherly care, and give their mothers a peaceful life free from struggle.(You can read advance Chapters on my patreon. Creator name - Lustchild)

Lara had thought of everything.

Yes, she was betraying her best friend. The guilt was strong enough that part of her wanted to choke herself to death right there at the table... but the same guilt could not outweigh the chance to free her own mother from that abusive, violent prison. She wanted to see her mother smile again. She wanted to hug a peaceful, unbruised body instead of a shivering, frightened one. What she was doing was pure, filthy selfishness but if that selfishness could save her mother’s life and give Kira’s mother a future that didn’t end in early death...

Besides... one of the main reasons she had finally agreed to Daniel’s plan was because of his promise, Anna would fall onto his cock herself. She would crawl. She would beg. He would not force her.

Lara’s eyes slowly, guiltily swept over her two young friends’ still-innocent faces. She still could not fully believe that very soon both of them would be naked and trembling beneath a middle-aged man’s thick, heavy cock giving themselves the best, filthiest, most forbidden moments of their life while she watched, participated, and protected the only future that could save the people she loved.

The Moonlit Velvet Cordial was already sliding down their throats.

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