Nobela ni Superb writes

(Lily’s POV)The morning sun filters through the kitchen blinds, casting golden stripes across the counter where I pour my coffee, the rich aroma filling the small apartment. José hums softly in the shower, the water’s steady patter a comforting rhythm, and I lean against the sink, stirring sugar into my mug.Life feels steady, almost too steady. My laptop sits on the table, the screen dark, hiding the secret world I’ve built online, a space where I let my mind wander to places I’d never admit to José.He steps out, towel slung low, his dark hair damp, and flashes a sleepy grin.“Morning, love,” he says, kissing my cheek, and I smile back, the routine wrapping around me like a warm blanket.I settle at the table with my coffee, the mug warm against my palms, and open my laptop, the familiar glow lighting my face. My blog, “Whispers in the Dark,” loads, the latest post—a tame fantasy about a stranger’s touch—already pulling a handful of likes.I scroll through comments, my fingers hove

The penthouse door swings shut behind me as I step out into morning light, the city pulsing underfoot, a buzzing hum that keeps pace with the fire in my chest.Megan's perfume—spice and citrus—still clings to my skin, a afterscent of last night's crazed abandon, her cum and mine still a crawling stickiness on my thighs.My tattered shirt lies open, the cold wind streaming across my wet-streaked chest, and I adjust my jacket, the fabric rough against the welts she inflicted upon my back.The plan for Aurora Press buzzes in my mind, her discussion of finance and brand still ringing, but today's going to be about release, a leap into the unknown. My phone is shaking, Emily's name on the screen, and I put it down, my eyes on the university ahead.I cruise through the streets that are ascending, the horizon sliced against the morning, and park close to the faculty building, its gray walls a cell that I have outgrown.My office is there, filled with books and documents, the desk where I spe

I dig my fingers into her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, tracing the warm smoothness where her juice drips down, coating my balls. My cock throbs inside her, hard and aching, deep in her sopping cunt, every thrust firing a spasm of raw pleasure into my core.Her lips kiss mine, puffed out from our nibbles, her pussy's taste and blood still on her lips, and I groan, scalding her skin with my breath, my body hanging on the edge of breaking.She shifts, her cunt holding me tighter as she lifts a bit, my cock stuck halfway out, slick with her cum and sweat. Her black, wolfish eyes lock onto mine, echoing the same hunger of that evening so many years ago when we first fucked.Her hand creeps downwards, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her thumb stroking precum across the head as she caresses the damp length with a firm touch."Your dick's so so wet like a pretty babygirl," she teases, but can't change the rawness in her voice, and rubs the head against her clit, teasing herself, jui

The neon flash of city lights danced across her boobs, her nipples bright red and puffy from my fingers, her sweat-drenched red hair to her neck.My hands still on her ass, fingers damp from her juices, spreading her cheeks as she humps, her clit on my pelvis, sending shivers up my spine.My dick hurts inside her, far inside her, the hot wet of her cunt throbbing with each beat of my balls. Her lips brush mine, soft after that biting snap, the taste of blood and pussy still on my lips, and I moan, my breathing harsh against her skin.She shifts, her pussy milking me more as she rolls off me slightly, my cock half-out, covered in her cum. Her eyes lock on mine, dark and wild, and she slides her hand down, wrapping her fingers around my shaft, stroking the wet length.“You’re so fucking hard,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse, and rubs the head against her clit, teasing herself, her juices smearing over her skin.I grunt, my hips jerking, and she smiles, guiding my dick back to her entranc

Megan's pussy clamps down on my dick, her hips grinding slow and deep as she continues riding me in the chair, her red hair clamped to her sweat-slicked body, the city's neon painting her tits in wild blue and gold streaks. And I could say she really enjoys it so much and just can't stop.My fingers explore her butt again, pushing into the pliable flesh, spreading her open as she moves, the harsh and loud moans she's letting out echoing through the penthouse.My cock throbs inside of her, hard and solid, encased in her wet fluids, every thrust pumping a burst of heat into my balls.Her pussy is very hot, tight, pulsating and gripping perfectly around my cock, and I couldn't help but moan, my hips jerking up to slam into her, driving deeper into her slippery hole.She leans in, her tits squashing against my chest, nipples hard and abrading my skin, and kisses me hard, her tongue thrusting into my mouth, tasting salty and wild.My fingers travel up the center of her back, fingernails sc

My Dick in her pussy feels like heaven, her hips slow and deep as she rides me in the chair, her red hair streaming over her shoulders, lit up by the neon glow from the city beyond the glass walls.My hands clenched her ass, my fingers digging into the yielding flesh, holding her in tow as she moves, her moans resonating through the penthouse with a raw, needy sound.My cock throbs within her, slippery with her juices, every thrust pulsing heat through my veins.Her boobs loose from no bra, nipples hard and pink, and I lean forward, kissing her mouth, tasting the wine and salt of her skin.The open marriage admission lingers between us, like an unspoken agreement, that fuels what we are doing now that's completely about us, about the previous awkwardness we just disposed completely. She steps back, stare fixed on mine, dark and hungry, mirroring the fierceness I remember from that night years ago when we crossed the line. Her fingers roam my chest, nails raking against me, sending sh