Marcella Austin Facebook ad: “Stretched by My Father-in-Law”

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My father-in-law, Hank Harper, was a strong and robust man. I knew that from the very night I married into the family. I just never expected what would happen. On our wedding night, Tyler and I had barely finished the reception and hadn’t even gotten into bed yet when moans from my mother-in-law came from the next room. “Oh God… what are you doing…? Again? You’ve already fucked me several times today. You’re not going to let me live, are you? Ahhh!” Mom’s unbearable moans slipped into my ears like worms. Even though I didn’t want to listen, the old wooden farmhouse had terrible sound insulation. Before Tyler and I could even start, the noises my in-laws were making had already made my face burn red and my body hot. “What’s wrong? Today our son brought home a beautiful new wife. I’m happy as a father. Don’t ruin my mood!” Hank was drunk and very forceful. Soon he was thrusting so hard that Martha was gasping and moaning, and the bed frame was shaking violently. Perhaps because of years of hard farm labor, Hank Harper wasn’t just physically strong — he was also incredibly powerful and tireless in bed. After I married in, whenever there was free time — before or after meals, early morning, or at night — Hank would drag Martha into their bedroom. Even though Hank and Martha were the same age, his endless energy left her miserable. She often complained to me. “Lily, look at your dad. He’s like a stallion that can never be satisfied. Who can endure this!” At first, when Martha complained, I just listened quietly. But as time passed, when she complained to me again, I started to feel strange inside. The reason was simple. A wave of out-of-state construction work had started in our small town, and Tyler had left with the other men. Months passed without seeing him, and he wouldn’t be back until the holidays. It left me suffering badly. After all, we had only been married for a little over a year. I was still a newlywed whose body had just been opened and was craving more. Before, when I heard my in-laws making those noises and felt itchy inside, I could pull Tyler into our room to satisfy my hunger. But once Tyler left, I had to endure the lonely, empty nights by myself. Although when it became unbearable, I would occasionally touch myself to relieve the loneliness, it was never as good as a real man’s cock. As time went on, every time I saw Martha complaining, I felt extremely envious. “Mom, Dad has such strong energy. You should be secretly happy,” I said sourly. But Martha just sighed. “Lily, I’m old now. I’m not young anymore. How can I handle your dad fucking me like this every day?” That evening, Hank went to help a neighbor with some work and left early in the morning. Martha finally had a day of peace. After I finished cooking a simple dinner and watched some TV, I went to bed early. Life in a small rural town had nothing much to do at night, so I was used to sleeping early. But shortly after I fell asleep, I vaguely heard someone push open the door to my room. A strong smell of alcohol drifted in. Who was it? Half asleep, I was still thinking when a heavy body suddenly pressed down on me. Hot, rough hands started groping wildly over my body. “Baby, are you asleep yet?” Hank’s drunken, deep, magnetic voice sounded beside my ear. The moment I heard it, my eyes snapped open. I felt his big hand already gripping one of my soft breasts, while the other hand was sliding down between my legs. The hot touch instantly woke me up. I sat up abruptly and scrambled to the corner of the bed. “Dad! Wake up… it’s me, Lily! I’m your daughter-in-law!”

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Stretched by My Father-in-Law

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