Chapter 130: [130] Ahh! Soft..Too Soft!

Marcella’s chest leaned forward. Her massive, fat tits hung heavily like a pair of overripe, peachy fruits, the soft undersides swaying and jiggling with every small movement. Then, without warning, her body straightened as a short, violent shudder ripped down her spine. A final, hot, powerful jet of thick squirt shot straight into Daniel’s already-soaked face like a pressure hose.

Daniel’s entire face was completely drenched. Thick, transparent cum coated his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, his lips, and his chin in shiny, dripping layers. Slimy streams of her juices had forced their way deep into both nostrils, completely blocking them. He couldn’t breathe through his mouth or his nose. Marcella’s fat, heavy ass was simply too big for his face; the soft, peachy, round bottom had completely smothered him, sealing him in hot, wet, musky darkness. Every time she shifted even slightly, more of her creamy juices smeared across his skin. Visit My site to read advance Chapters, lustchild.wordpress.com

Her body jerked in short, sharp, pleasurable aftershocks for several more seconds. Thick droplets continued to drip from her still-fluttering cunt onto his nose and lips. Then, after more than ten full seconds of heavy breathing, her tightly shut eyes snapped open. She slowly dragged her tongue across the thick streaks of Daniel’s white cum that had splattered across her plump, mature lips, tasting him. A debauched, wide, completely satisfied smile stretched across her face.

With a loud, wet, filthy, slurping, smooching sound, she finally lifted her fat, cum-smeared pussy lips away from Daniel’s mouth. Long, sticky, translucent strings of mixed juices stretched between her swollen, red folds and his lips before breaking and falling onto his chin.

Daniel instantly gasped for air like a man who had been drowning. His eyes were hazy, droopy, and unfocused. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he gulped down huge mouthfuls of air that still carried the heavy, musky scent of her freshly-sucked pussy.

His gaze couldn’t help but lock onto the swollen, red, gaping hole hovering above him. He watched the way her entrance fluttered open and closed like a hungry mouth, thick juices dripping down in long, sticky strings that still tried to reconnect her cunt to his lips. His cock throbbed so hard it slapped against his stomach, already craving another round of that wet, smothering heat.

Marcella stood up fully.

Daniel’s cum-drenched face remained gasping and dripping right beneath her spread legs. His eyes stayed locked on her still-dripping, swollen crotch and the soft, heavy protrusion of her meaty ass as she stepped over his body, one long leg at a time.

She walked forward until she stood right above his still-erect, twitching, cum-streaked cock. Raising her right foot, she pressed the soft, warm sole down onto the underside of his thick shaft, pinning the hard, veined meat flat against his own stomach. Then she began gliding her foot slowly, deliberately up and down. The soft sole forced the sensitive outer skin of his cock to slide wetly over the rigid shlick meat beneath.

Thick white paste from his earlier orgasm smeared across the sole of her foot in sticky white streaks. The sudden cold, slippery sensation against her skin made her own cunt clench and drip again.

Anna’s drunk, tear-filled eyes fell on the scene and refused to look away.

She felt humiliated. Shamed. Utterly cursed.

She still didn’t understand why her virgin body had reacted the way it did. It should have been impossible for her untouched cunt to suddenly feel a slimy tongue wrigling inside her. Confusion and deep self-hatred flooded her chest until it hurt.

How filthy of a daughter am I? I can’t even save my own daddy from this molester?

Thick tears slid down her innocent, deer-like eyes and dripped onto her heaving breasts.

"Leave him alone... I beg you..." Anna muttered. Her voice was hoarse, thick, and lazy with exhaustion. She felt completely empty and hollow, as if every ounce of strength had been drained from her body along with her orgasm.

Marcella looked down at the three bound, cum-soaked girls with a lazy, satisfied expression. Her foot never stopped moving, gliding up and down, up and down over Daniel’s sensitive cock with slow, deliberate pressure.

"Do you know how it feels," she asked, voice thick and juicy with leftover pleasure, "to suck pure pleasure straight out of my Dany’s body?"

The three girls could only stare, mouths slightly open.

Their eyes moved from Marcella’s smiling face down to her foot as she continued stroking Daniel’s thick cock with her soft sole. They could clearly see that Daniel had squeezed his eyes shut tightly and clenched his lips together, forcing the pain and humiliation back down his throat. Thick tears slid from the corners of his eyes while a female pervert used his cock like her personal toy. His handsome, mature face was still fully drenched in thick, transparent cum that did not belong to his wife or his daughter.

Anna couldn’t stand the sight.

Her daddy’s handsome face was smeared with another woman’s cunt juices. In her mind she cried tears of blood. It felt fundamentally, viscerally wrong. That thick, transparent paste covering her father’s face should have belonged to her. It should have been her soft, virgin cunt sitting on her daddy’s mature face, grinding and soaking and marking him as hers alone until his entire head smelled only of her.

Marcella’s grin widened as she watched their ruined expressions. She pressed her foot down harder, sliding it slowly from the heavy base of Daniel’s cock all the way up to the sensitive, leaking head and back down again. Thick white cream continued to smear across her sole and between her toes.

"I know what you’re all thinking," she said softly, almost gently. "You think I’m just some mad, perverted woman lusting after someone else’s husband... someone else’s daddy."

She twisted her foot slightly, grinding the soft sole against the underside of his cockhead and making Daniel’s hips twitch involuntarily.

"But that’s only because you three have never tasted my Danny before."

Her eyes gleamed with dark, knowing amusement.

"Once you get even a single taste of him... I’m sure you’ll understand me perfectly."

Kira, still slumped weakly against her chair, her thighs shiny with her own squirt, lifted her head with visible effort. Her voice came out suspicious, hoarse, and shaky.

"...What do you mean?"

Beside her, Lara’s hot, freshly-squirting cunt kept twitching and clenching helplessly. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the obscene sight of Daniel’s thick, veined, cum-streaked cock being stroked, ground, and dominated beneath Marcella’s soft, cream-smeared sole. Every slow glide of that foot made her own empty hole ache.

Marcella’s foot never stopped moving. The soft, cum-smeared sole kept gliding up and down Daniel’s thick, twitching cock with slow, deliberate pressure, producing wet, filthy shlick... shlick... shlick sounds that filled the room.

She spoke in a calm, almost nostalgic voice, as if she were sharing a pleasant memory.

"I used to like a certain ice-cream very much. But my new friends kept mocking me about the unusual flavour. Then one hot summer day, that was the only ice-cream left. Forced to try it, they expected something ugly... only to taste something completely new, refreshing, and addictive. After that, it became our group’s favourite. That day I understood something important."

She pressed her foot down harder, grinding the soft sole mistakenly against the flailing balls.

"Ang~??!" Daniel forced himself to supress the heavy groan coming out of his mouth by contracting his belly.

"How can a person who has never tried something know its true value? I never asked them to taste it while expecting them to understand me. That was possessive of me, don’t you think?"

Thin, sticky strings of cum continued to drip from her still-gaping cunt, splashing lightly onto Daniel’s stomach. A cold chill crawled down his spine as he stared at the well-rounded, soft ass hovering before him.

What the fuck is she talking about? he thought, heart racing. This was supposed to be a pretend blackmail. What kind of fake past is she spitting right now? But... Angh~! She’s too good with that foot. At this rate I’m going to cum again...

Tingling heat spread across his skin like ants crawling over every nerve. His stomach felt hollow. His cock throbbed helplessly under her sole.

Marcella continued, voice turning darker, sweeter.

"But that’s where I was wrong. If I hadn’t been so possessive... if I hadn’t wanted my Danny all to myself... I could have shared him with all those short-skirted bitches. It’s a good thing when everyone loves your favourite taste, right? But how can they love it if they’ve never tasted what I truly like?"

Her eyes gleamed.

"So I’ve decided. I’ll make everyone taste my Danny. Then they’ll finally understand how great my taste is... how sweet and addictive my Danny is... and how everything I’m doing is perfectly normal."

Anna’s face twisted.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" she screamed, voice cracking like a banshee. "You want to let everyone taste my daddy?! MY DADDY?! He is not an ice-cream to be sucked on! He is not a snack to be feasted on! He is my DADDY—YOU BITCH—WHY DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

Her throat burned dry. Her eyes blazed with fierce, tear-filled rage as she stared at the thick cock being played with under Marcella’s foot. Every wet shlick-shlick sound felt like a sharp needle piercing straight through her heart.

"YOU HAVE A HUSBAND OF YOUR OWN! GO AHEAD AND SHARE HIM WITH A WHOLE GROUP OF HORNY WOMEN IF YOU WANT—JUST LEAVE MY DADDY ALONE!!"

Daniel’s eyes shot open in horror. He stared at his daughter. Her reaction was far more extreme than he had expected. He only wanted her safe and happy in his arms. Seeing the thick tears spilling endlessly from his princess’s eyes made his heart pound with real pain. He was her daddy. How could he let her cry like this?

"Stop!!" he shouted, voice rough from swallowing so much cum. "The game is over. Leave us alone!"

His eyes stayed locked on Anna, full of worry.

"Daddy~!"

Anna’s gaze snapped up to his horrified face. She thought he looked afraid of being treated like an object. The sight shattered something inside her. Their eyes met — her innocent, loving, broken ones against his worried, still-lust-clouded ones.

"Daddy~!! Sorry... sorry... Papa... Everything is my fault. I forced you to go on a date with me. It’s all my fault... It’s all my fault..."

She broke down completely, crying fiercely. Thick, beady tears fell onto her bare skin and slid down the soft, narrow plane of her stomach in shiny trails. The sight was arousing as hell, but the arousal came wrapped in a deep, dark wave of guilt. Daniel felt his heart cry seeing her so broken.

"What are you saying, Anna?" he barked softly, voice extremely worried, soft, and smooth exactly that of the voice of a father trying to soothe his child. "It’s my fault. Everything was prepared by me. I’m the one at fault here. Please, baby, don’t cry. I don’t like watching tears in your eyes."

A broken, wide smile appeared on Anna’s tear-soaked face, showing her white teeth. Drenched in tears, she looked nothing like a fairytale princess. She looked like a daughter of Invading Lust, the kind of innocent beauty that could suck a man dry with nothing but her eyes.

Daniel’s cock twitched hard under Marcella’s foot. But his love for his daughter won over the lust for the moment.

"But your care is wasted on me," Anna screamed, eyes locked on his, refusing to even blink. "I landed you in this trouble. I’m just a sick daughter, Daddy!! Because of me you’re all tied up, forced to let a pervert do whatever she wants with your body!!"

"No, my daughter. You are the best," Daniel said firmly, forcing a strong, relaxing smile onto his face. "It’s all my fault. I organised everything. So please don’t blame yourself. As for this pervert... watch your strong daddy deal with her."

He turned his head toward Marcella, eyes cold.

"Leave us alone. It’s over."

Marcella’s playful smile dropped instantly.

"Are you not listening to me?" Daniel continued, voice turning rough and hoarse. "I’m asking you to untie me — and all of us — right now."

He gave her hidden signals with his eyes, demanding she end the act and free him immediately. Then he turned back to Anna, voice calm and soothing again.

"Everything will be okay soon. So stop crying. Your da—"

He never finished the sentence.

Marcella’s eyes curved into cold crescents.

The playful atmosphere around her vanished in a single heartbeat. The air itself seemed to drop several degrees.

She pinched the thin side-strings of her soaked white panties, pulled the damp fabric down over her wide hips and thick thighs, then lifted each foot one by one until the panties came free completely. The crotch was heavy and translucent with mixed cum.

Because Daniel had crunched upward to speak to Anna, his face was now level with her wide, soft ass.

"Don’t wor—"

His comforting words were cut off mid-sentence.

Marcella turned, grabbed his jaw, and shoved her cum-drenched, still-warm panties straight into his open mouth, forcing the soaked fabric deep enough to silence him completely. The heavy taste and smell of her cunt flooded his tongue.

"PAPPPAAAA—!!!!!"

Anna howled, voice raw and broken, as she watched her daddy’s mouth get stuffed with another woman’s filthy, cum-soaked panties.