LOGINApril. That was it. A simple, polite exchange. But as she pulled away, my mind flashed to one of my favorite videos, where two women started innocently enough, sharing a room, before one climbed into the other's bed, hands roaming, mouth crashing onto her pussy.The rest of the day was a whirlwind. We helped Bella unpack in the guest room—now her room—right across the hall from mine.She was quiet, like Mom said, answering questions with short sentences but always with that soft smile. Richard beamed the whole time, proud of his "girls" getting along. Mom made lasagna for dinner, and we sat around the table like a picture-perfect blended family.But I couldn't stop staring. Every time Bella leaned forward to take a bite, her tits strained against her sweater that did nothing to hide how juicy they looked.I imagined how they'd feel in my hands, soft and heavy, nipples hardening under my thumbs.Her lips wrapped around her fork, sucking off a bit of sauce, and I imagined them on
April. I fucked my stepsister.Yeah, I never thought I'd ever say those words out loud. Ever.It wasn’t her first time, but it was mine—and fuck, it was everything! Her tongue swirling around my throbbing clit, her plump lips sucking me in deep like she was starving, while I bucked against her face, screaming her name as I shattered for the first time with a girl's mouth buried between my legs.I never knew such sensations could be felt with another girl, much less one I called family. Her tongue felt like heaven, her mouth glistening with my juices turned me the fuck on, and her eyes when it locked on mine felt like she owned every inch of my pussy.I laid there, panting, ruined, addicted, while her taste lingered on my lips long after, making every cock I'd ever taken feel like a pathetic joke.It all started a few months back, when my life was still painfully peaceful. I was twenty-two, fresh out of college, living at home with my mom while I figured out what the hell to do with
“Yours! God! I’m all yours!” I screamed, my body shaking as he drove into me relentlessly.He fucked me like an animal against the wall—deep, powerful strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside me. My breasts bounced and scraped against the tile with every thrust. I was soaking his cock, creaming around his thick shaft as he claimed me completely.Then, without warning, he scooped me up. Strong arms wrapped around my waist and thighs as he lifted me effortlessly. He sat down on the bathroom floor, back against the wall, and pulled me onto his lap facing away from him. I straddled him, sinking back down onto his cock in one smooth motion. The new angle made him feel even bigger, deeper.“Ride me, baby girl,” he ordered, hands gripping my hips.I rocked my hips immediately, bouncing on his thick length. He thrust up hard to meet me, fucking me from below while I rode him like my life depended on it. The position let him hit even deeper spots inside my dripping cunt. My ass slap
Bianca. My body stayed pressed tight against the cool tile wall, my sensitive breasts grazing and rubbing with every desperate rock of my hips back onto Noah’s face. The contrast between the cold surface and the scorching heat of his mouth had me trembling nonstop. I had never felt anything this intense in my life. I had kept myself untouched for so long, saving every inch of me, and now he was claiming it all like he owned me. I felt like the most satisfied little bitch alive—spoiled, filthy, and completely addicted to the way his tongue and finger worked my holes. My juices coated his face, my thighs shook uncontrollably, and every nerve in my body sang with raw pleasure. I was dripping, clenching, and utterly lost in the filthy bliss he gave me.Slowly, he rose to his feet behind me. His big hands landed hard on my ass with a loud, stinging smack that echoed through the bathroom. He did it again, and again, alternating cheeks until my skin burned pink and I moaned louder w
He thrust his tongue harder into my cunt, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed against my asshole. Then I felt it—one thick finger pressing against my ass. He worked it in slowly, just one, stretching my tight ring as he continued eating my pussy like a man possessed. That single finger sank deeper, curling gently inside my ass while his mouth devoured my cunt. No more fingers—just that one, thick and perfect, pumping in rhythm with his wicked tongue.He was smearing his entire face across my ass and pussy, chin and cheeks shiny with my juices, growling and groaning into me as he fucked both my holes with his mouth and finger.The pleasure built fast and filthy. My legs shook. “Daddy… oh fuck, yes… just like that…”“Now touch your clit, baby girl,” he commanded, his voice muffled against my soaked flesh.My hand flew between my legs. I rubbed my swollen clit in frantic circles, the sensitive bundle of nerves already pulsing. The dual sensation—his tongue fucking my pussy, th
“Oh God…”He pulled his fingers out of me so suddenly that I whimpered at the loss, my empty pussy clenching around nothing, aching and dripping down my thighs. Before I could even catch my breath, he lifted those glistening fingers to my lips.“Taste how much you want me,” he said, voice thick with lust.I wrapped my lips around them eagerly, sucking his fingers clean like a starving girl finally given candy. My own sweet, musky juices coated my tongue, slippery and warm. I moaned loudly around his thick digits, swirling my tongue just like I would on his cock, hollowing my cheeks and taking them deep until I gagged softly. God, I was so hungry for him—for every filthy drop he gave me. My eyes fluttered half-closed as I licked and sucked, savoring the taste of my own arousal like it was the sweetest thing I’d ever had.He watched me with those dark, burning eyes, his heavy cock throbbing and leaking against my stomach, leaving sticky trails of precum on my skin. “Good girl,” he
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.What did they say about fucking your own family? That they taste like sin? That once you cross that line, there’s no going back because the forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter, darker, more addictive? That the guilt only makes the pleasure sharper, hotter, more devastating? We all k
Daniel.Heat flooded my entire body. If anyone had told me that my first time with a guy would be with my own cousin, I would have dropped to my fucking knees right then and thanked them. Being grateful for Mummy dragging Aaron into our lives, for letting my big cousin stay here with us. Beca
Daniel.It was night. I had tried to go back to my real assignments, but nothing was sticking. I hadn’t heard from Aaron since I rushed upstairs earlier. I sensed he was on the phone with someone downstairs, his deep voice occasionally drifting up. He was probably straight as a pole. He had







