Novelas de PECUIHE LUXE

YVETTE (4) The sky is still dark when I slip out of the house at 5:16 a.m. I could not sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Marcus’s fingers under my dress on the balcony. The way he pressed against my soaked panties and whispered my name like he used to in the past. I need air. Barefoot and wearing only a thin oversized sweater and panties, I walk down the private path to the beach. The sand is cold and damp under my feet, doing absolutely nothing to cool this hunger inside me. The sounds of waves crashing softly fills the air around me. No one else is awake yet. Even perfect. I walk towards a small cluster of boulders that creates a natural alcove hidden from the main beach. Letting my back press against one, I close my eyes and drag much needed air in. The silence is broken by another’s footsteps on the sand. Approaching me. It’s Marcus. He’s wearing sweatpants and a hoodie with his hair messy like he barely slept either. He stops a few feet away with his hands i

YVETTE (3) As the night wears on, Rosetta texts me that she’s heading to a bonfire party down the beach with some old high school friends. “Come if you want,” she writes. I just replied that I’m tired and will see her tomorrow.That’s a lie. The truth is, I’ve been restless since what Marcus said to me. Hell, since I came here and saw him. I pour myself another glass of wine and slip out onto the balcony overlooking the ocean. The cool night air feels too good against my sensitive skin. I lean on the railing to try to steady my breathing and forget the way that Marcus looked at me during dinner.Or the deliberate way he brushed against my body in the kitchen.Or perhaps I’m over thinking it?“Fuck,” I whisper to the ocean. “This is harder than I thought.”Hearing footsteps behind me, I turn around to see the man I’ve been trying to avoid. He’s holding two glasses of whiskey. “Elena went to bed early cos of a headache and the rest of the relatives have gone back to their condo

YVETTE (2) All those feelings I buried, including the passion and the hunger, the way he used to make me come so hard I saw stars…For fucks sakes, he is married now to my best friend’s sister and I am here as a guest. I swore he was dead to me after months of no-contact. But here, watching his muscles rippling beneath that tropical shirt, realization hits me smack-dab in the face:I still want him. ***The long dining room is set with crystals and fresh flowers and it is the only thing between me sliding my fingers onto Marcus who is seated opposite me. Elena jostles around the table to refill wine glasses and she’s laughing at every joke, bursting with joy. The perfect, completely distracted hostess. It’s a good thing. She doesn’t need to see the tension every time me and her husband, my runaway ex, look at each other. I try to focus on the food but my pulse is already racing. Meanwhile, Rosetta is on my left, chatting animatedly with her cousin. I smile every now and then

YVETTE (1) It is several degrees warmer than it was back home when we touch down at the Manhattan airport. Thankfully, Rosetta mentioned a beach being close to her family house. Perfect for Thanksgiving Dinner.The car pulls up to the sprawling beach house on the beach just as the sun dips low over the Pacific. Rosetta’s family estate is ridiculously large with stories of glass and white stone, and a private beach access. For one, I’m glad I chose to come here for Thanksgiving Dinner rather than spend the holiday with my newly married mother and her husband. The last thing I want to walk in on is both of them humping away on the couch. Ew. I step out with my duffel bag, inhaling deeply as the salty air hits me. Rosetta steps up beside me, grinning. “Welcome to Thanksgiving hell, Yvette. Try not to die of boredom.”I laugh, hoping that she is merely joking. I didn’t leave the bustling city to come and snooze away at a place like this. “By the time I change out of these sweats,

Seraphina Vale (10) The four of us stumbled to the master bedroom. This time, the twins locked the door and lounged on the sofas to watch. “We want to see you both together,” said Dorian. Damian winked at me. “Fuck each other first.”Mia and I fell onto the bed without a second delay. I lifted her legs up to her shoulders to fold her open and expose her dripping pussy. Straddling her, I sat directly so our wet cunts could align perfectly, pressing together in slick heat. I started grinding at first, moving my hips in rhythm as our juices mixed in the filthy slides. “Oh shit, Sera,” Mia moaned, pulling my ass with her hands as I fucked her clit. “Your pussy feels so good against mine. Harder!”I obeyed, snapping my waist faster and grinding our pussies in desperate circles, clits rubbing together in a swollen but slick friction. Our arousal coated our inner thighs in glossy sheens. Sticky smacks of our wetness mashing together…the sounds only made me grind faster. “Oh! Fuck Mia…

Seraphina Vale (9) A couple of weeks had passed since Dorian tumbled headlong into my life, turning my secret affair with Damian into a twisted trio of endless filth. We fell into a dirty rhythm that consumed my every waking moment. From fucks at my apartment, to theirs, even quickies at work where I’d sneak into the supply closet, drop to my knees, and swallow Damian’s cock or take him inside me while he muffled my moans with his tie. Panties became a forgotten attire, quickly getting obsessed with the way my pussy stayed wet and ready for his entrance anytime. The mere thought of them sliding in at will had juices trickling down my thighs.Anywhere and anytime, all they had to do was text and I’d be spreading my legs, begging for their cocks to fill me. I admit I was tipsy off the sensual high of Dorian’s gentle touches and Damian’s raw dominance, as well as the sick thrill of twin fantasies that made me cum harder than I ever had in my life. There was still the lingering guilt