تسجيل الدخولRUBY didn't head back home from Kaylan’s. No. She couldn't. She just couldn't, because she could still feel it— lingering, burning beneath her skin as she stepped out of his bathroom.Outside, the light was gradually fading, the late evening's air didn’t help. If anything, it made everything worse.Her heels clicked sharply against the pavement, each step heavy with irritation. Her body was still humming from everything that had almost happened… the smooching, the teasing, the way he had sucked at her pussy like he was already lost in her garden.And then, interruption, sudden interruption!She clenched her jaw.“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath.It wasn’t just frustration, it was unfinished tension, coiled tight inside her, refusing to settle. She wrapped her arms around herself as she walked, as if that alone could quiet the restless ache crawling through her veins.But it didn’t.Her mind replayed everything in flashes— the way his tongue had glided every clit of her honeypo
“SHIT!” Ruby cursed, her curvy hips still lifted in the air. “Who the hell is that?” she snapped, her expression darkening instantly. Kaylan shot her a look.“You told me she was going to stay there forever,” he whispered sharply.Her eyes narrowed.“Of course she was. Ah— are you expecting someone?”“No, I’m not. Goodness, Ruby!”Ruby frowned.“What?!”“Jessi is back. Get up… get up,” he said, already slipping into panic mode, his earlier desire crashing just as quickly as it had risen. She reluctantly slid off him, her face flushed green with irritation.“Stupid girl!” she muttered under her breath.Kaylan was already scrambling, grabbing his clothes from where they had been carelessly discarded.“Don’t just stand there, do something. Pick up your things and go to the restroom.”The doorbell rang again.That pushed her into motion, though she moved with deliberate slowness, annoyance written all over her face. She had been ready, like completely ready and now this interruption. Gosh
THE car sped recklessly into the tidy driveway of the small bungalow. By the porch, a slim South African beauty stood waiting, her smile blooming as Kaylan’s car rolled in. She wasn’t tall— not nearly the type one would expect beside a man like Kaylan— but her curves more than made up for it. Her chest, full and impossible to ignore, had always been Jessi’s favorite target for teasing, joking that one day she might not be able to carry it all. Perhaps that was part of the hold Ruby had over Kaylan.The engine died, but Kaylan made no move to step out. Taking the hint, Ruby walked over with effortless grace, opened the passenger door, and slipped inside.“Oops,” she murmured lightly as she shut the door, her tone playful. Kaylan didn’t even spare her a glance.“You were the one who called her, right?” he asked, eyes fixed ahead.Ruby narrowed her eyes slightly as she fastened her seatbelt, feigning thought.“Oh… that? Yes. But it wasn’t a lie. The woman was already waiting… for her. Co
STEAM curled lazily against the tiled walls, softening the edges of the small bathroom as the shower ran in a steady, rhythmic cascade. The sound of water filled the space, constant, soothing, almost like a quiet storm contained within four walls. Droplets gathered and slid down the mirror, blurring reflections into indistinct shapes.She stood beneath the stream, head tilted slightly back as the warm water traced its way through her hair, rolled down her shoulders to her perky pointed boobs. For a moment, she didn’t move, she just breathed, letting the heat sink into her smooth skin, easing the tension she hadn’t realized she was carrying, tension from the just concluded hot sexcapade with her big cocked boyfriend. The world beyond the bathroom door felt distant, muffled by the steady rush of water.Her hands moved slowly, deliberately, brushing strands of wet hair away from her face. The water caught the light above, breaking into soft glimmers as it fell, turning something ordinary
Torturing Mother And Daughter II"You look so innocent," he mused, his eyes raking over her body. "But I bet you're just as dirty as your stepmother." He grabbed her panties, ripping them away, revealing her wet, swollen pussy.Barbara gasped, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head."No, no covering up," he growled into her ears, flashing her a wicked smile. He pulled out another vibrator egg, identical to Mellisa’s. Barbara watched it, her heart pounding with anticipation... She knew it was coming to her soon.He pushed the egg inside her, a sudden, invasive pressure. Barbara cried out against the gag, her body arching in pleasure. The egg began vibrating inside her in a slow and steady rhythm which was sending jolts of pure sensation through her. Her legs trembled, her hips rising and falling involuntarily in response to the delicious little toy inside her."Good, isn't it?" he whispered, his breath hot against her
Torturing Mother And Daughter I Barbara’s wrists were chaffed, and the rope biting into her skin where she was tightly secured to the bedpost. She thrashed around in a futile gesture once she opened her eyes, then paused when she saw Mellisa. Her stepmother lay on the adjacent bed, similarly bound, a similar strip of leather silencing her. Mellisa’s eyes which were usually so sharp and calculating now held a strange look, a mixture of fear and something else... something Barbara couldn’t quite decipher... A low moan escaped Mellisa’s gag which shocked Barbara. Barbara’s body trembled, not just from the cold seeping through the old cabin, but from the sudden, jarring reality of their situation. Dylan had been so quick and efficient. One moment, they were laughing over dinner, the next, the world shifted and she could only remember the sharp and sweet smell of the chloroform that had been placed over her nose, the dizziness she had felt, and now? She was waking up here... Tied like
The Nun In The Library I IN the library, dust motes danced in the lone shaft of light that shone through the stained-glass window, illuminating the rows of bookshelves that were properly lined in the back. Sister Mary, her habit a stark silhouette against the warm glow, traced a finger along the s
The Nun In The Library II “YOU'RE so soft,” he breathed against her mouth. “So untouched...” His fingers found the elastic of her simple cotton underwear, hooking it, pulling it aside. Her breath hitched, a gasp of shock and burgeoning desire. He didn't hesitate, his fingers slipping inside, find
Claiming My Prize IDUNE betrayed me. He fucked my wife. Betrayed me, his best friend. He destroyed my marriage and everything I held really dear, and now I was going to destroy the things he held dear to him.My feet touched the plush carpet of his home, and my breathing steadied. It wasn't beatin
Claiming My Prize III left Abigail lying there, sated and yearning, and moved to the next door. Chloe, twenty-two, the artist and the free spirit. Her room was a riot of color, canvases stacked against the walls, the scent of oil paints was thick in the air. She sat on a stool, sketching, her long







