LOGIN“Mmm. So sweet,” Ronan grumbled as he lifted himself away from my soaking pússy, his wet mouth still searching for my lips as if he was unwilling to let me go.I hungrily parted them, welcoming his warm, pússy-stained tongue down my throat as our tongues mingled and pressed together in a slow, heated clash.His tongue fought for dominance over mine, but I wasn’t a submissive bitch, so I grabbed his ponytail tighter and wrapped my legs around his waist, silently daring him to try harder as I fought back for control.“Take,” I panted into his mouth, “off your—”I moaned desperately when a stray finger flicked over my clít, my words dissolving as his mouth crashed back onto mine and swallowed the sound.I felt him shuffle his trousers down, and moments later warm flesh pressed insistently against me. I pushed my ‘Platter’ down onto the bed, forcing him back beneath me, and smiled to myself because now I was the heavyweight champion.I looked down at his thick cøck, hard and ready for me
It was 1am, and I was fu'cking hungry.“Christ,” I muttered to myself, staring at the ceiling. “What the hell is wrong with me, huh?”I felt so empty as different thoughts ran through my mind that morning.No, I was not hungry for food. I was starved for something else, something sharp and aching that had been building for weeks.“I need… something,” I whispered, the words dissolving into the quiet room. “I need to feel some thick cøck inside me. I want to be ruined.”I was on a business trip that was boring as fu'ck. If I had not decided to drink three bottles of wine, I would not have been sitting there like a dog in heat.The meetings had been mostly unprofessional and very performative. I hated how everyone acted like they were better than every other person in the room. It pissed me off.“I’m better off staying at home than this…” I scoffed aloud. “What a waste of time.”The conference had been tedious. I had sat perfectly composed in my burgundy Gucci suit, short and fitted, nod
My Business Partner Fu'cks My Wife (2)I watched Rhea hop off her muscled lover and crouch between his legs. Her rounded bréasts spilled from the thin balcony bra as she settled on her knees.“Look at you,” I said quietly. “So composed. So sure.”She glanced up at me, lips curving faintly. “You like when I focus,” she replied. “It helps me do it right.”Kunal let out a low breath. “Take your time,” he murmured. “I’m not going anywhere.”“I know,” Rhea said calmly. “That’s the point.”I saw Kunal pull his cøck free, heavy and eager in his hand. My wife leaned in without hesitation, her mouth opening as if this was expected of her.“Good,” I said. “Just like that. No rushing.”She paused and lifted her eyes to mine. “You’re watching,” she said softly. “I can feel it.”“I always am,” I replied. “Show him how attentive you can be.”She began by licking the tip slowly, her tongue circling with care. She took her time with it, deliberate and unhurried.Kunal groaned under his breath. “You’r
When Armaan asks his wife to fúck his business partner, it’s meant to be a gift, until he realizes his obsession with being a cúckold husband who loves to watch.••••••••I’ve always liked sharing what’s mine.Scratch that.I was so generous that I could even share my wife’s pússy with another man.I could watch another man want her, touch what I already own.It was a different kind of hunger to see another man’s thick cøck thrust into my wife’s cúnt.When I married Rhea, she fell for that part of me; my money, my confidence, the way nothing I own feels off-limits. With me, everything is open. Everything is offered.So when I told her I wanted her to fúck my business partners, she didn’t scream or walk away.She just looked at me, slow and thoughtful, lips parted slightly, like she was deciding how badly she wanted to be shared.“Why do I have to fúck another man for your business venture,” she had asked. Her voice had been flat, tired, stripped of drama.I had smiled and reached for
Wild Threesome With My Ex (3)I tried to pull out slightly just to regain control, but her legs locked tighter around me.Izzy explained, “While Charlotte was kissing me, I unbuttoned her blouse.” Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she continued watching my reaction.She went on, “She stopped groping my ass long enough for me to pull it off her. Then I took her bra off. It unsnapped in the front, so her tits just popped out.”I exhaled sharply as she continued speaking.Izzy said, “I bent down and started sucking on her nipple.”I grunted under my breath, trying to stay composed, but her hips shifted and tightened the tension between us.Izzy laughed softly and observed, “You’re struggling to keep it together.”I swallowed and said, “Keep going.”She continued, “She pushed me onto my bed and immediately put her face to my cunt.”I let out a low breath as I listened.Izzy added, “Her tongue was all over me. If I was sober, maybe I would have come right there.”She shifted slightly and c
Wild Threesome With My Ex (2)I wasn’t going to hide anything from her, so I gave her the basics: the office flirting, and that first time I fingered Christina in the bar, and the fact that things never really progressed from there.Izzy tilted her head and observed, “She’s kind of like the one that got away.”I shrugged and answered, “Not really.”Izzy leaned back slightly and noted, “I can see it in your eyes. Don’t worry. I’m not jealous.”I exhaled and admitted, “Okay, yeah, she was sexy. I wanted to take things further, but it never happened.”Izzy glanced up and asked, “She’s engaged now?”I nodded once and confirmed, “Yeah.”Izzy smirked and suggested, “So let’s hang out with her and her fiancé.”I blinked and objected, “What? That would be awkward.”Izzy smiled wider and insisted, “I want to see this girl. I want to know what the fuss was all about.”I texted Christina and invited her to dinner on Wednesday, the one night we didn’t have booked with other friends.Christina rep
His Horny Slút (2)I should not want this.I tell myself that as I sit here, but my body betrays me. My nípples ache beneath the thin fabric of my bra, and I feel the wet pull between my thighs with every shift in the chair. I have worked for years to craft the image of a woman who is untouchable,
His Horny Slút (3)I should not want this. That is the thought I keep repeating, but my body refuses to obey. Every shift of my hips makes me wetter, and the sound of it fills the quiet air, obscene and shameless. The woman I pretend to be in boardrooms, the one who sits in tailored suits and comma
A sealed envelope leads a married couple to an invitation never meant to be declined, and a party designed to test how far curiosity can go. Will they fall for this or ride the waves of their séxual fantasies? Find out NOW!!!•••••••The mysterious invitation first arrived via the mail on Tuesday.
Wet Panties (4)The porch was warm under my bare feet. The air smelled like pine, like dirt and woodsmoke. Somewhere far off, a cicada buzzed in the trees. We hadn’t bothered with clothes. I followed her outside in nothing but a thin blanket, dragging it around my shoulders while Marlie stepped ahe







