Tales about Hot Daddies
In the tantalizing world of "It's Also Love?", innocence collides with desire, and familial bonds blur as Meet, a sweet and impressionable young boy, finds himself swept into the captivating orbit of his adopted father, Rajbh...
Damn, my blood's gone hot—John, my own flesh, cheating with leaked papers? Kid bought the damn questions like he's shopping for sneakers. Disgrace! I raised him to be a lion, not a sneaky jackal. Feels like a kick in the nuts—my son pulling this crap after I spoiled him rotten.
Sara rushes in, eyes wide, worried sick. "Param, I-I c-can't believe this. Jessa—my friend—did this to our boy? She stayed here for weeks, and all the while, she was leading John down the wrong path. How could she do this to us?"
I snort, pacing like a caged tiger. "That bikini trash? Always knew she was fishy—strutting her pussy on a string, tits spilling like cheap market mangoes. Knew she'd stir trouble, the way she eyed my dick. But blame the boy too—Johnny's got no balls, literally and figuratively. Can't believe he'd shame us like this, stealing scores like a slum rat."
Sara gasps, but I wave it off. "The school suspects something. They're sniffing around—no proof yet, no paper trail. I'll make sure it stays that way. Bribes, pressure, favors—whatever it takes. No suspension. No record." I met her eyes, voice hard. "My son was a fool, not a criminal. And a Lion protects his cub. Full stop."
That's when my phone buzzed—Jessa's name lighting up the screen. Sara freezes beside me. I answer, speaker on, voice gruff. "What now, girl?
Jessa's giggled, naughty as hell. "Oh, Param darling... missing me? Or missing that towel slip—your big bad cock saying hello?"
I flinch—Sara's right here—but hold macho steel. "Cut the games, slut—what do you want?"
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She moans playful, "Mmm, your voice... so rough. Want you to say naughty things, daddy. But games? Oh, daddy, you started them. Remember how you barged in, saw my tits, my pussy—all cute and ready? Then your towel dropped... mmm, that thick desi lund swinging free. I've been touching myself to it every night."
Sara gasped. I cleared my throat, voice steel. "Spit it out."
"Fine, big man," she purred. "I have proof—video, photos—of your precious Johnny buying those leaked papers. Paying cash, grinning like a naughty schoolboy. One click, and his life's ruined. Suspension, scandal, your name dragged through mud."
My blood iced. "Don't... name your price?"
She moaned softly, playful. "First, say something nice for me. Tell me what you'd do to a bad girl like me... with that monster cock—grab my tits, slap my ass, stuff that thick desi lund in my wet chut?"
Sara whispered, "Param..."
I held up a hand, eyes locked on the phone. For John. "I'd pin you down," I said, voice rough, angry compliance. "Spread those legs, slam my dick balls-deep in your wet chut, fuck you till you scream my name and beg for mercy."
Jessa gasped, then giggled-moaned. "Yes, daddy—more. Say it: 'Jessa, your pussy's begging for my big cock, I'd fuck you till you scream.'" Giggle-moan.
