LOGINMelia.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.Fuck! How well does Matt fuck me? He doesn’t even make me cum the number of times I should. He doesn’t make me suck his cock like a desperate slut. He doesn’t ruin me the way I needed to be ruined.While my breath came in short, desperate gasps, my ass pushed back toward him instinctively. His huge cock slid down underneath my ass, the thick head dragging through my soaked folds until it found my dripping entrance. He was trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my spine, each one making my skin burn.“Oh my god…” My legs wobbled as those kisses reached the curve of my ass. My fingers gripped the edges of the counter tighter, knuckles turning white as I fought for balance.Then his hand wrapped around his thick cock, and he suddenly pushed inside me.He slammed in hard.Rough. Deep. One powerful thrust that buried every thick inch of his cock into my soaked, slick cunt.I cried out sharply, the stretch so intense it stole my breath. He was s
Melia.I felt like a girl whose daddy was offering her the sweetest candy. Like it was my first time tasting something so forbidden and delicious.But this time, I was being offered a cock. Killian’s cock. My own best friend’s husband.It wasn’t like I had never tasted cock before. Matt’s was big. But Killian’s felt different — like it could actually quench the depraved, endless lust burning inside me. Like it was made to ruin me completely. I had fantasized about this exact moment for days — imagining how heavy it would feel on my tongue, how it would stretch my throat, how his cum would taste when he finally flooded my mouth. My pussy was already dripping again just from kneeling in front of him.I got down quickly, dropping to my knees right there on the kitchen floor in front of him.“Take it out,” he said, voice low and commanding.Like a good girl, I did.I pulled down his swim shorts, and God — just like I had imagined — it was huge. A monstrous, thick thing. Even as I
Melia.He suddenly groped my hips with both strong hands and lifted me effortlessly, setting my ass right on the edge of the kitchen counter. Before I could catch my breath, he folded my legs, pushing my knees toward my chest until my toes curled tightly on the cool edge. Then he spread them wide apart, completely exposing my dripping, swollen pussy to his hungry gaze.“Fuck… look at this pretty cunt,” he growled, voice low and rough. “So wet and open for me already.”I was trembling, completely vulnerable, my shorts still tangled around one ankle. My heart hammered wildly as he knelt down between my spread thighs, his broad shoulders forcing my legs even wider.His fingers slid back into my soaked cunt without warning — two thick digits pushing deep, stretching my walls as he curled them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me. I gasped sharply, my back arching off the counter.Then his mouth was on me.Killian’s hot tongue dragged slowly from my entrance all the way up
Melia.True to his word, Killian’s hands were slowly moving upwards, his warm palms gliding over my stomach until they cupped my breasts underneath the thin top. His lips hovered over my left shoulder, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers racing down my spine.“I just wanted to get soap for the dishes…” My voice shook badly, but he never stopped.“But your hands couldn’t reach it,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot. “And I guess you didn’t realize how short these tiny shorts are. It’s a kids’ party, baby girl, yet you came dressed like you wanted to be fucked. Like you wanted someone to bend you over and take what you’re offering.”His words made my pussy clench hard. He grabbed one of my breasts firmly, squeezing the soft flesh as his thumb brushed over my already stiff nipple. I gasped, my back arching instinctively.“Fuck… please, this is wrong…” I squirmed, but my body betrayed me. I rocked my ass back against him, feeling the hard, thick ridge of his c
Melia.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.
Aria.My daddy’s best friends fucked me and made me take their cocks as repayment for babysitting me.Calvin and Brad.But I call them Daddy now.Actually, my real daddy made me call them that… and I’m going to share my story with you. About how it all started. About how I can’t get enough of them
Daniel.“Spread your legs for me…” Aaron growled, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of my neck, biting down just hard enough to send electric shocks racing through every nerve in my body.I couldn’t breathe. Not with his hand still slowly stroking my aching cock, his thumb smearing the
Dianne.The next morning, I woke to Simon’s fingers trailing up my thighs. He lay behind me in bed, his hand slipping beneath my nightwear. His four fingers pressed flat against my pussy mound, rubbing firmly before finding my clit. With his other hand, he hiked the fabric all the way to my waist
Damon.I knew it was wrong. Very wrong. That my obsession had grown teeth. She was my little sister, for crying out loud. Like Mom said, I should be taking good care of her. And I was. Anyone would agree with that.But the moment Dad suggested Bella sit on my lap in the car, I knew I was fini







