CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. XXIX.- THE BEGINNINGS OF "I LOVE AN" 👦

Feeling my father-in-law's huge cock as it burst inside me and, above all, feeling the warmth of his cum penetrating deep within me is something indescribable.

Who said I wasn't going to get deflowered?

He was reaching places where no one had ever been before, and as for thickness, which was the most painful part, I had never had anyone of that enormous caliber before. Of course, I was getting deflowered, in length and width.

But what I will never forget is that a few seconds later, his cum flooded and softened the internal wound that Santi's cock had made during his rape.

Because my father-in-law didn't pull out, no. He knew exactly how to make me feel invaded from all sides after he came.

He would pull out a little, slowly, and then push back in, moving from side to side, then pull out again and push back in, moving up and down.

He was an expert in making me feel absolutely his.

But if you also have that internal burning sensation, like you're getting a tattoo in the center of your being, there were no words or displays of pain because it was all an unbearable pain that didn't allow me to make any sound. I simply had to wait until I could react a bit and start making some sounds of gratitude, because that's what came after that experience.

My father-in-law pulled out several minutes later, when he felt I was totally defeated.

His cock could have stayed inside all night if he wanted, because even though it was flaccid, his balls had a greater thickness than the rest of his cock and remained swollen inside.

At all times, Santi was sitting in front of me, caressing my head and giving me kisses to calm me down while my father-in-law was making me his. It was like when a woman is about to give birth, and her man is caressing her while her body is being dilated.

With affection, the two men who had triumphed today untied me from the table as soon as my father-in-law came out of me.

My father-in-law lit up his cigar again and offered another one to Santiago.

A: Today has been a beautiful day that none of us will ever forget. You've been very brave, son-in-law, or should I call you daughter-in-law now? And he laughed, but not just him, we all laughed because he had just made me his daughter-in-law.

There was an old three-seater sofa in the house that we brought when the furniture in the main house was renovated, and we went there to rest while chatting.

I was sitting between the two of them, but I wasn't comfortable there, and I told them so. They asked me why, concerned, and I didn't say a word. I got up, laid my father-in-law down on one side of the sofa, Santi on the other, with their cocks close to each other, and I, with two cushions, placed myself where I wanted to be, in the middle of the two, but on the floor, adoring every centimeter of their skin. What I had experienced was very intense, and my feeling for seve...