MasukMelia.It was Saturday. I had packed enough for the trip, including a few tiny bikinis because I knew Molly well enough — she was still that wild party girl who’d force everyone into the pool. I wanted to look good. No, I needed to look fuckable.When the cab finally pulled up to the compound, Molly rushed out of the house carrying her one-year-old baby.“Oh my god, Melia!” she squealed, pulling me into a tight hug while balancing the baby on her hip. “I’ve missed you so fucking much! Look at you — you haven’t changed at all!”We hugged for a long moment, laughing and talking over each other about how long it had been. In my head, though, I was studying her. Molly had that post-baby body — fuller breasts that strained against her top, wider hips, a softness to her belly that made her look like a woman who had been thoroughly fucked and bred. She was glowing, but there was also that exhausted, horny edge in her eyes. The kind that said her pussy wasn’t getting nearly enough atte
Melia.Was it wrong to be thinking about my own best friend’s husband in the filthiest ways possible? Was it wrong to imagine his mouth right between my thighs, his tongue dragging slow and hungry over my swollen clit while I gripped his hair and rode his face? Would I be considered a pathetic, twisted, sex-starved little bitch for picturing his thick cock stretching me open, pounding me until I was a dripping, screaming mess?I swear I could be called worse.It was the first time in my two years of marriage that another man had taken over my mind like this. And now Molly had gone and sent me photos of Killian, making me want to taste what was hers. Making me want to steal it.I had lost count of how many times I had cum just staring at his pictures. Last night while preparing dinner, I had almost burned the food because I ended up sitting on the kitchen counter with my legs spread wide, fingers buried deep in my soaked cunt, fantasizing about Killian bending me over right there.
Melia.My legs were still trembling violently from how wrecked the vibrator had made me. My slick juices had completely coated the body of the toy, dripping down my fingers and onto the sheets in shiny, messy streaks. I was a panting, flushed disaster — thighs spread obscenely wide, nipples stiff and aching, my swollen pussy still twitching and clenching around nothing as aftershocks rippled through me. Thick strands of my cream clung to the vibrator’s head as I slowly pulled it away, the buzzing finally dying down. I could barely catch my breath, my chest heaving while fresh wetness continued to leak from my oversensitive cunt.I was gasping harder, trying to come down from the intense high, when my phone suddenly buzzed on the vanity table across the room.With what little energy I had left, I dragged myself up on shaky legs. I thought it might be Matt — probably calling to say he’d be home late again, or that work was piling up and he’d have to stay out even longer. The usu
Melia.Do people actually go for therapy when their sexual fantasies get too high? Do therapists really try to cure a woman whose mind is constantly filled with being bent over, spread open, and fucked senseless? I’d read about it online — sessions where they label it as hypersexuality, nymphomania, or “compulsive sexual behavior.” They talk about coping mechanisms, mindfulness, even medication to dull the constant ache between your legs. But how the fuck do you cure something that feels this good? How do you sit in a sterile office and explain that the only thing that quiets the noise in your head is a thick cock stretching your cunt wide open, pounding you until you’re dripping and shaking?Because right now, that was all I could think about.Getting fucked. Nothing more. Nothing less.My brain had been stuck on loop since I woke up. I needed it. Needed to be filled, used, claimed. My body was screaming for it while my husband Matt was probably buried in spreadsheets at th
Harper.“Oh fucking shit… Fuck!” Elias groaned so loudly, panting hard above me.His sweat dripped onto my back as he fisted my hair tighter, yanking my head back while he destroyed my pussy from behind.I was losing my mind.“Oh Daddy, harder… please! I’m going to cum… make me cum, please! Make this little dirty girl cum for you!” I cried out, voice breaking into desperate sobs.He pressed his hand between my shoulder blades, shoving my upper body harder down against the dining table.My tits were smashed flat against the cool wood as he railed me even more brutally.The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock slamming into my soaked cunt filled the entire room.He slapped my ass hard, the sharp sting making me scream.Then he leaned over me completely, his broad chest pressing against my back.His huge hands wrapped around me from behind, groping my breasts roughly, squeezing them, pinching my sensitive nipples while he kept pounding into me without mercy.“Fuck, baby girl… you feel so
Harper.God, I’d thank Mummy on my knees every fucking day for giving me a new Daddy.I’d get on all fours and kiss her feet if she knew what she’d brought into this house.A man with a thick, perfect cock that ruined me in the best possible way.I’d scream it from the rooftops every single day, but she’d never understand why.She’d never know that her precious daughter had become a cock-drunk slut for the same man who fucked her every night.I was dripping so hard.Messy and leaking all over the dining table while Elias feasted on me like a cave-starved animal.His face was buried between my ass cheeks, tongue digging deep into my tight little hole as he groaned hungrily into my cunt.The vibrations sent shockwaves through my body.My hand reached behind me, fingers tangling into his hair, making it messy as I pulled him even harder against me, smearing my ass all over his handsome face.I bit my lip so hard I almost drew blood.“Oh fuck, Daddy…” I cried out, one hand pinching my lef
Molly.I sketched my professor’s cock. That perfect, heavy bulge my eyes couldn’t stop devouring every time he moved. My hands had been even hungrier than that. Instead of just drawing, I wanted to grab it, shove that thick, veined length down my throat, and swallow every hot, pulsing drop of
Ava.I was still shaking.Still coming down from the last shattering orgasm when the three men finally pulled out of me. My body felt ruined in the most delicious way.My pussy gaping wide and red, asshole twitching and leaking a messy mix of my virgin blood, their brief cum, and my own squirt.
Ava.I nodded frantically, tears and spit everywhere, my voice a broken whisper. “For John… for my husband… please… make it good for him…”He lined up and pushed.And oh god—The stretch was brutal, impossible to endure. I screamed as the thick head popped inside, my virgin walls clamping down
Ava.I expected my wedding night to be special, for John to make love to me.What I was not expecting was three massive cocks taking my virginity while my husband sat and watched.My wedding day felt l like a dream come true—for most of it. The white lace dress hugged me in all the right places







