ANMELDEN~~Shirley~~ “Fuck me, please… Damien… break me… I want it so badly…” I gasped, barely realizing I was begging. It was as if I were pleading for candy, desperate and needy. He gave a smug smile, licking my earlobe before trailing down my flat tummy, then along my thighs. My juices ran freely, dripping from my pussy onto his fingers and my thighs. He licked them up greedily, not letting a single drop escape. He knelt before me, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. He tried to push his cock inside me, but it was difficult without his hands supporting me. With a growl, he dropped my legs and bent forward. A thick rope of spit coated my cunt as he spread my legs wide again, then hungrily sucked at my clit. His mouth was tight, demanding, rough. “Fuck! Fuck… yes!” I cried, pushing his head harder against me. With one hand pressed against the mattress for support, he aligned himself and slowly guided his cock into my virgin pussy. Inch by inch, he slid inside, the head
~~Shirley~~ I tried to clamp my thighs together, desperate to stop it… not because I didn’t want it, but because the electric heat, the relentless thrusting of his fingers, was driving my brain to the edge. My head felt like it would burst, and yet my pussy betrayed me, sliding wetly against him, begging for more. My legs parted almost on their own, forced aside, and a groan escaped me as he pressed his weight against my left thigh, heat and dominance burning through every nerve. “Damien… what are you doing?” I whispered, my voice trembling, half fear, half need. He leaned closer, his voice low, rough, yet deliberate. “Let me give you your first orgasm… pumpkin.” “You’re not supposed to…” I breathed, a protest that sounded more like begging than denial. Slowly, deliberately, he crawled up toward me, eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry. His hand still buried inside me, pumping, curling, each movement rough, precise, cruelly perfect. My back arched off the couch as my hip
~~Shirley~~ Shirl… why didn’t you call?” Lucien asked, his brows pulled together. “Oh… call… that was—” I stuttered, realizing I should have, but instead I’d been caught up with this cocky bastard right here. “Sorry… I forgot. And besides, my phone battery was completely dead…” I muttered. “You should’ve asked for mine. I’d have assisted… just like I was offering to help earlier,” Damien chipped in smoothly, without anyone asking him. I shot him a glare. “Well… since you’re here now, it’s fine.” I turned back to Lucien, stepping closer, tilting my head up, smiling at him like some wet puppy begging for his attention. He took my hands suddenly. My whole body jolted. That same electric rush shot through me—the one I always felt around Lucien. That filthy craving to have him touch me, ruin me, split me open and fuck my virginity right out of existence. “Lu… you didn’t tell me your sister looked this good,” Damien cut in, his voice dragging me out of my fantasy. He smirked
~~Shirly~~ While his breath grazed my skin, every nerve in my body screamed in arousal. I couldn’t believe how someone could be so smug, so rude… yet just the press of his skin against mine was turning me into a trembling, dripping mess. "Maybe I don’t want to know… you can forget about it… he’s my… and I know he wouldn’t have said anything bad about me to your new guest…" I gasped, trying to sound calm, to reassure him… even as my pussy pulsed and throbbed under his touch. But I wanted to know. God, I wanted him to talk, to tease, to make me ache. I wanted him closer—wanted the heat of him pressed against me until my fantasies, the ones I’d been hiding, threatened to explode. And I couldn’t help it—I had always imagined Lucien, breaking me open, taking my virginity with that cock I’d been dreaming about. And now a stranger in my brother’s house, his roommate maybe… the thought of surrendering to him, of letting him have me, made my cunt clench and my breath hitch. I wan
~~Shirly~~ MY STEPBROTHER'S BESTFRIEND. It was dark and quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped around the whole house. Everyone was asleep. Or at least, they should have been. I wasn’t dreaming when I felt it—fingers sliding deep into my pussy, curling and pumping like they owned me. My body jerked, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even cry out, not with the moans already strangled in my throat. My hand shot up to my mouth, muffling the sounds that wanted to escape as his fingers drove deeper. I should’ve screamed. I should’ve pushed him away. But my body betrayed me, opening up for every thrust, my wetness giving me away. Heat rolled through me, my thighs trembling around his hand. A low groan brushed against my thighs, hot and deep, and that was when it hit me. Damien. My brother’s best friend. The bastard was finger-fucking me while everyone else slept just a wall away. ~~~~~ I was new in town, clueless about most places, when Mom decided I’d be st
~~Joan~~ I didn’t realize I could be handled so roughly… but it was everything I had ever dreamed of. Those huge hands… the way he could control me, make me completely his. Without a word, he lifted me and dropped me onto the bed. I scrambled instinctively, but he had me exactly where he wanted. This time, I had the clearest view of everything—my eyes already wet from the relentless torture of my pussy. My legs spread on their own, instinctively, opening wide to that gigantic cock of his—still rock hard, swollen, ready to split me in half, to ruin me completely. “No, pumpkin… I don’t fuck from the front. Daddy prefers from the back,” he said roughly. My eyes went wide. “Turn around… spread those legs… get on all fours. This is exactly what you begged for. Now let Daddy fuck you and show you who owns that tight little cunt,” he growled. His fingers trailed from the edge of my ass up my back to my bra. He didn’t unhook it gently—he tore it off. A wicked shiver ran th
Kristi.My head was still lolling back against Troy’s broad shoulder.My moans and confessions hanging in the air, when his hand finally left my aching breasts. I was panting, my nipples throbbing from his relentless pinching and twisting, my white shirt half-unbuttoned and hanging open like an in
Kristi. “Yes,” I whispered, the word slipping out. My voice was barely audible, thick with shame. Despite that something far darker and hungry bloomed in my core.Troy’s low, rumbling chuckle filled the space between us like smoke. He didn’t believe me for a second. “That’s a lie, Kristi. A pre
Kristi.The night Dad told me about the internship, I went out with my friends to celebrate and get enough liquid courage to hit send.We had shots at the bar, loud music, dancing until my feet ached and my head spun. I was drunk, the kind of drunk where everything felt warm and fuzzy and reckless
Kristi.I’ve wanted to fuck Troy since I was seventeen. That dirty, forbidden ache started the summer he came over for Dad’s birthday barbecue, shirtless in the backyard, sweat glistening on his broad chest and those powerful arms that looked like they could pin me down without effort.He was my







