FAZER LOGINSloan. He kept pounding into my spasming pussy, eyes locked on where we were joined, watching his cock disappear inside me over and over.“Fuck, you feel incredible when you cum,” he groaned. “So tight… so wet. I’m not pulling out, Sloan. I’m going to fill this neglected pussy until it’s dripping with my cum. You want that, don’t you? Want your husband’s best friend to fuck you right here on this table?”“Yes… fill me,” I moaned, still riding the aftershocks. “Cum inside me, Norman. Please. I need it.”He thrust harder, deeper, losing control as his own orgasm built. His grip on my hips turned almost bruising, the table shaking beneath us.“That’s my good girl,” he rasped, voice strained. “Take every drop. This pussy is mine now.”With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum. I felt every pulse, every spurt, and it pushed me into another smaller climax, milking him for everything he had.His cum dripped fr
Sloan. I sucked his cock like I wasn’t a patient who had come for a diagnosis. I sucked him like a filthy, starved married whore who had been denied real dick for years. My lips stretched obscenely around his thick shaft, saliva pouring down my chin in messy rivers as I bobbed faster, taking him deeper with every desperate stroke. I hollowed my cheeks, swirled my tongue along every throbbing vein, and moaned around his length like it was the only thing that could save me. My hands pumped the base I couldn’t swallow while my throat relaxed to let him slide even further, gagging wetly but never pulling away.“Oh my fuck… fuck! Sloan… how are you so perfect with this?” Norman groaned, fisting my hair tightly and yanking my head back so I was forced to look up at him. Strings of saliva connected my swollen lips to his glistening cock. I gasped heavily, chest heaving, mascara running down my cheeks.“Look at how needy you look,” he rasped, eyes dark with lust. “How long have you b
Sloan.My entire body was on fire.Like a million flames licking through my veins. I couldn’t even keep my legs steady — they kept trying to slip off the sides of the table, trembling uncontrollably — but Norman gripped my thighs hard, holding them exactly where he wanted them as he kept devouring me.“So good, Sloan… you taste so fucking good. Fuck,” he groaned against my soaked folds, the praise vibrating straight through my clit.“My best friend doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t deserve this perfect, dripping pussy,” he added, voice dark and rough. He sucked my swollen clit between his lips again, hard, while sliding two thick fingers back into my cunt. He curled them perfectly and started thrusting in and out with filthy, wet sounds.“Yes… yes… right there! Fuck! Right there!” I cried out, back arching sharply off the table.“Oh my God, Norman… your hands feel so good,” I moaned, lifting my head to watch him. One of my hands wrapped desperately around his wrist, urging him deeper,
Sloan. I cried out sharply as his tongue flicked relentlessly over my swollen clit. “I want… fuck!”What was I even begging for? His cock? His fingers? His mouth devouring me until I forgot my own name? I was a married woman, for crying out loud — Derek’s wife — and here I was, legs spread wide on my husband’s best friend’s examination table, shamelessly grinding my soaked pussy against his face like a desperate, starved slut. My body had been neglected for so long that every lick felt like fire licking up my spine. I was dripping, clenching, ruined… and I didn’t want him to stop.“Answer me, Sloan,” Norman growled against my slick folds, his voice rough and commanding. “Do you want this? Do you want me to keep eating this married pussy like it belongs to me? Do you want my fingers filling up this tight cunt so you never have to beg your husband to fuck you again?”“Fuck, yes… please don’t stop,” I moaned, trembling so hard I nearly slid off the table. He clamped his strong ha
Sloan. I reached the hospital and found Norman already seeing other patients, as usual. Almost all of them were women. I sat in the waiting room wondering if he had touched them the way he touched me. Had they gotten soaked for him? Had they begged him not to stop? Had they whispered filthy things about wanting their pussies stuffed full with the thick cock I had only imagined so far?My head was a complete mess, flooded with shameless thoughts of getting fucked, fingered, and eaten out all at once. This man was too handsome, too fit, too dangerously controlled not to make me imagine every dirty scenario possible.When it was finally my turn, I walked into his office, thighs already slick.“Sloan, you’re here,” he said, voice low and steady.“Yes. You told me to come back for a follow-up,” I answered. I was about to sit down when his voice stopped me.“You can go change into the gown and wait for me in the examination room.”As I walked down the short hallway to the room, I swor
Sloan. I was counting down the hours as I put the last swipe of lip gloss on and smacked my lips in front of the mirror. In less than forty minutes I would walk out of this house and drive straight to my husband’s best friend so he could finish what he started between my thighs.No, scratch that. I was going to see my doctor. The same man who had discovered exactly how starved my pussy was, how pathetically wet and needy it had become because my own husband hadn’t touched it in years. Norman now knew the truth: my cunt was aching for something real, something thick and deliberate and attached to a man who actually looked at me like he wanted to ruin me. And the solution to that desperate, dripping problem rested in his fingers… and, God willing, in his cock.I didn’t dress too slutty, I told myself. It was just a normal follow-up. Maybe he would write me a prescription. Maybe he would slide those long fingers back inside me again. Maybe this time he wouldn’t stop. I wanted
Damon.I stood on the front porch, nursing a lukewarm beer, my eyes locked on Helena's driveway like a hawk stalking prey.The sun beat down on the quiet street, but all I could focus on was her bending over her car, loading something into the trunk. Her sundress fluttered in the breeze, teasing
MarinaThe throbbing bass from the bonfire party pulsed like a second heartbeat across the dark beach.It vibrated through the sand, mingling with the crash of waves and the desperate, drunken sounds of horny teenagers. Laughter dissolved into moans, clothes were half-torn off, cocks disappearing i
Damon. I sucked her clit into my mouth, hard, rolling it between my lips, flicking the tip with my tongue in fast little lashes. She screamed, actually screamed, back arching off the counter.I pinned her hips down with one forearm, keeping her exactly where I wanted her, and shoved two fingers
Marina I woke up sore. My thighs were still faintly sticky, my pussy tender and sensitive with a deliciously deep ache that sent a dull throb through me. It was a reminder that I’d been filled for the first time last night by my uncle. God, those were words I never thought would ever be true bu







