LOGINFrom Wife To Pórnstar (4)I sat on the couch with my knees pressed tight together, staring at the blank white wall behind the camera. The leather felt cold against the backs of my thighs, and the silence in the room stretched until I could hear my own heartbeat.Rick adjusted the tripod, crouching down to check the focus. “Look nervous, Lila. That’s part of it. Remember, you’re here for the job interview of your life.”Easy for him to say. My palms were already damp.Mason settled into the chair across from me. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, studying me like I was already his. “So, Lila,” he said, slipping right into the role. “You really think you’re qualified for this position?”I cleared my throat and forced my voice to sound soft and uncertain. “Yes, sir. I… I think I’d be good at it.”Mason smirked. “You think? That doesn’t sound very confident.”“I need this,” I said, gripping my hands together in my lap. “Please. I’ll do whatever it takes.”Rick’s voice came fr
From Wife To Pórnstar (3)The message hung in the air between us.Rick had tossed the phone onto the table like it was nothing, but I could not take my eyes off the screen. My stomach knotted as the little dots appeared under Mason’s name. He was typing.I clutched the blanket around me, pulling it tight against my chest. “Rick, what if he thinks we’re insane? What if he tells someone?”Rick leaned back against the couch, perfectly calm. “Mason is not going to tell anyone. He’s been waiting for me to text him. Trust me.”The phone buzzed. Rick picked it up, his mouth curling into a grin. “Told you.”I swallowed hard. “What did he say?”Rick read aloud, “Hell yes. Name the day. Got the perfect idea for it.”I sank deeper into the couch cushions. “Perfect idea? That sounds terrifying.”Rick chuckled, scrolling. “He says he has a friend with a couch we can use. Black leather, just like in the videos.” He looked at me with that same hungry glint in his eyes. “It’s going to look real.”My
From Wife To Pórnstar (2)After Mason left that night, I thought things might finally calm down. But Rick had other plans.He was still holding his phone like it was a trophy. His eyes had that hungry shine in them, the kind he gets when he has an idea he refuses to let go. I sat on the couch, trying to relax, but my body was still buzzing from what had happened on his desk only an hour earlier.Rick sat down beside me and opened the video file without saying a word. The glow from the screen lit up his face, and then the first sound of my voice filled the room.“Please, sir. I really need this job. I’ll do anything to keep it.”My stomach clenched hearing myself say it. I turned my face away from the phone, but Rick nudged me with his elbow.“Don’t look away, baby. You need to see this,” he said, grinning. “You look incredible.”On the screen, I was unbuttoning my blouse, glancing into the camera. My bra peeked out, my lips wet from licking them nervously. Rick paused the video and zo
I’m Lila. This is a random story of how I got featured in my first porn video.It was Rick’s idea, and I didn’t argue. He wanted to film me with his buddy Mason, while he stood behind his iPhone and caught every move. I thought it was insane at first, but something about the way Rick looked at me when he pitched it made my stomach twist with curiosity.We set it up as a roleplay. I was the secretary who messed up a big deal, and Mason was the boss. Instead of firing me, he’d fuck me on Rick’s desk.Rick stood back with his phone raised. Mason leaned on the edge of the desk like he owned it. I stayed in character, clutching a file folder to my chest.“Please, sir,” I begged, eyes wide. “I need this job. I’ll do anything to keep it.”“Anything?” Mason smirked, spreading his legs a little wider. “Show me what you’ve got. Take off your clothes.”I let the file slip out of my hands and onto the floor. My fingers went to my jacket. I slid it down my arms and draped it over the chair. Rick s
Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy. (9)Six months had passed since Rachel walked out of Diego’s house barefoot and shaking, her suitcase full of nothing but clothes and shame. Six months since Kristen opened the door and pulled her into a different kind of life. One where she could breathe. One where she could break.She had been Kristen’s ever since.Now, her back was pressed to the bedroom wall. Her body was flushed, bare, sweating from everything they had already done, and still begging for more. Kristen stood close, her thigh between Rachel’s legs, grinding up against her pussy with a rhythm that left no room for confusion. Her hand gripped Rachel’s throat lightly, enough to hold her in place but not enough to choke.“You get wetter every time I touch you,” Kristen whispered, her lips brushing against Rachel’s ear. “It’s like your body knows who owns it.”Rachel moaned and bucked her hips. “I need you.”Kristen smiled. “I know. But I’m not going to let you come until I feel like you’v
Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy (8)Rachel woke to the soft scratch of morning light slipping through the curtains, painting faint stripes across her thighs. Her legs were tangled in the sheets, bare skin warm against the smooth cotton. Every muscle in her body ached from the night before: her thighs, her core, the tender skin between her breasts. She exhaled slowly and stretched, feeling the soreness that clung to her like fingerprints.Kristen stirred beside her and slid an arm across her stomach. Her hand settled just under Rachel’s navel, possessive and gentle.“You were making noises in your sleep,” Kristen murmured, voice thick with sleep and amusement. “Sounded like you were about to come again.”Rachel turned her head, met her gaze, and smiled. “I was dreaming about your mouth.”Kristen chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “Still hungry?”Rachel shifted under the sheets, letting one leg fall open slightly. “Starving.”Kristen’s hand moved down without hesitation. She dipped her fin







