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But I couldnât help myself. The second I saw those pastel eggs and family-friendly bunnies on my neighborâs lawn, I felt that sick little twitch between my thighsâthe one that only lights up when Iâm feeling especially wrong.
I was a bad mommy again. Really bad.
I called him, whispering like a whore in my lace robe, legs spread wide on the edge of my bed, fingers already slick from teasing myself at the thought of being punished for ruining such a pure holiday.
âYouâre disgusting,â he growled the moment he picked up, voice low and sharp like a slap. âYouâre just a cock-hungry mommy who canât stop thinking about getting stuffed like an Easter basket.â
God help me, I moaned. Out loud.
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Thatâs when it started. He told me to bend over the edge of the bed, ass up, just like a bitch in heat. I did it. Of course I did it. Thatâs what bad mommies do when theyâre desperate for correction.
He came over. No hello, no warm-up. Just a handful of my hair and his cock shoved straight into my mouth like I was nothing but a nasty little egg-stuffed slut begging for it.
âYou think Easterâs about family?â he snarled, slapping my face with his cock so hard my cheeks burned. âYouâre whatâs wrong with the world, Mommy. All dolled up in your Sunday best, with that filthy, stretched pussy dripping down your thighs like holy water.â
I tried to speakâtried to begâbut his hand was already around my throat, squeezing just enough to remind me I wasnât in charge here.
Not today.
Not ever.
He wrecked me on that bed. Bent me, tied me, slapped me, filled every inch of my hungry little mommy hole until I was dripping with spit, cum, and regret. And I fucking loved every second of it.
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And Iâm the reason Easter will never be innocent again.