ANMELDENLana. I wasn’t drunk. I swear I wasn’t. But what I was about to do was a whole violation of any rational reasoning right now.But God, only his presence alone had already made me wet. I felt my panties were so soaked and sticky now, the warm slickness pressing against my folds with every step I took through the crowded bar.“I’m sorry,” I said, taking out a tissue from my small bag. I dropped it on the counter sink as I proceeded to face the stranger in front of me. He was towering over me, broad-shouldered and commanding, the kind of man who made my knees feel weak just by standing there.I could swear my saliva wasn’t going down my throat properly. My mouth felt dry, yet my pussy was the complete opposite — drenched and throbbing.“That’s okay. It was just an honest mistake. I’m sure you never meant to do that,” he said calmly, his deep voice sending a fresh pulse straight to my core.Even his voice was sharper, making me throb harder. Ignoring the tiny flames igniting insid
Lana. The hunger was becoming too much, a constant, aching pulse that made it hard to sit still. I crossed my legs tighter, but it only made the pressure on my clit worse.“You know what…” Cyndy said before I could respond again. “Look to your left. In the corner. Beside the black dude… over there.”I looked.And holy fuck.The man sitting there was a sight I would never forget in a lifetime. Tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that screamed experience, and a body that looked like it could pin me down and ruin me without breaking a sweat. He was older — probably forty-eight or even in his fifties — but he looked powerful, commanding, the kind of man who knew exactly how to handle a woman like me. “So what am I supposed to do with that information?” I asked, my voice already breathy, my thighs pressing together again.“See… you’ve been trying younger dudes, and we all know Matt is even younger too. Why don’t you try out older men? I mean, that man should be forty-
Lana.I haven’t been properly fucked.Even Matt, my boyfriend, tries. God knows he tries. Sometimes. But the violent, dirty throb between my legs disagrees with everything he offers. It’s like a bomb infused between my thighs, ticking louder with every passing day, ready to detonate if I don’t find a way to take the filthy edge off. The ache was constant, a deep, pulsing need that makes my clit swell and my pussy leak at the slightest trigger. I clenched my thighs together under the table, feeling the slick warmth of my arousal soaking through my panties, and it takes everything in me not to squirm visibly.It’s like something that overrides and overpowers every single flame inside me, making me clench my legs so hard my muscles tremble. An insatiable hunger ready to detonate if I refuse to do something and remain this innocent, faithful girl to my boyfriend, who’s always talking about how we’ll say our vows soon.But beneath this good girl facade, I was an insatiable, hungry,
Chelsea. I was right there with him, my pussy fluttering and clenching around his length, seconds away from exploding.“Cum inside me, Daddy! Please—fill me up!” I begged, voice hoarse.With a deep, guttural groan, Roman slammed into me one final time and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep into my pussy, pulse after pulse filling me until it started leaking out around his cock and dripping down my thighs. He kept grinding into me, milking every last drop as my own orgasm crashed over me.I screamed his name, my walls spasming violently around him, gushing around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure tore through my body. My legs gave out completely, but Roman held me up, still buried deep inside me, his cum continuing to leak out of my stretched hole.We stayed like that for a long moment — panting, trembling, connected — his cock twitching inside me as the last spurts of his release filled me.He pressed a rough kiss to the back of my neck, voice low and satisfie
Chelsea.“Fuck! Fuck! Oh Daddy! Please harder! Harder Daddy… please… make me cum please… fuck me harder like I’m a bitch… like a fucking filthy whore!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I bounced desperately on his cock.My desperate begging seemed to snap something inside Roman. His eyes flashed with pure animal hunger. In one powerful motion, he sat up, still buried deep inside me, and lifted me like I weighed nothing. My hands flew around his neck, legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he carried me across the kitchen.He spun me around and slammed my front against the cold wall beside the counter. The impact knocked the breath out of me, but before I could recover, he kicked my legs apart wider. One of his big hands pressed firmly against my stomach, forcing my back to arch and my ass to push out toward him.“You want Daddy’s cum, right?” he growled into my ear, his voice rough and dangerous. “You want me to fill this greedy little pussy up?”“Yes! Yes, Daddy—please!” I be
Chelsea.I was a good girl.At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But deep down, I knew the truth — I was a good, perfect, trained little slut. A filthy, cock-hungry girl who had spent years dreaming about this exact moment. And now it was happening.“Come here,” Roman growled, his voice deep and commanding as he grabbed my waist and pulled me toward him. He lay fully back on the kitchen floor, his massive body stretched out, that thick, veined cock standing straight up, throbbing and leaking for me.Yes, that’s right. Only for me. “Ride Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”I didn’t need to be told twice.I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, facing him. My knees pressed into the cool tiles on either side of his hips. He helped me pull the silky nightwear up and over my head, tossing it aside. I was completely naked now, my breasts heaving, nipples hard, pussy dripping down onto his abs as I hovered above him.His hands gripped my waist tightly, fingers diggin







