تسجيل الدخولClaire had been using the neighbor’s pool for almost two weeks. The big house next door stayed dark most nights, and the water was always warm. She would wait until after eleven, slip through the side gate, and swim in the quiet dark wearing only a thin bikini.On the fifteenth night she stepped into the water and realized she wasn’t alone.A man was already standing in the shallow end. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair wet against his head. He was the owner, the one she had only seen from a distance before. His name was Grant. He didn’t look surprised to see her.“You’ve been coming here every night,” he said. His voice was low and calm.Claire’s heart beat fast. She stayed in the water, the surface covering her chest. “I thought no one was home.”“I was.” He moved closer through the water. “I watched you.”He stopped in front of her. Water dripped from his chest. Claire could feel the heat of his body even before he touched her. His hand settled on her waist under the water, then sl
Mark came home two days later. The house returned to its normal rhythm. Meals together and quiet evenings. Sienna smiled when she was supposed to and answered when she was spoken to. On the outside everything looked fine.Inside, her body remembered. Every time Tyler walked past her heat gathered low in her stomach. Every time she saw the way his hands moved, she thought about how those same hands had gripped her thick ass and held her open. At night she lay beside her husband and stayed wet, thinking about the deep, heavy thrusts that had filled her while Mark was gone.On the third evening after Mark’s return, Sienna was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. Mark sat in the dining room scrolling on his phone. Tyler walked in from the hallway, headed toward the dining table. He didn’t look at her. He moved like she wasn’t there.Sienna’s fingers tightened on the dish towel.She stepped into the dining room doorway. Her voice came out low.“I want you.” She said.Mark didn’t look
Sienna’s eyes were wide open. Her voice came out shaky and low.“Tyler… what are you. . .”He didn’t answer.Instead he gripped her soft hips harder, pulled her ass up higher until her knees almost left the mattress, and drove his cock back into her with one deep, heavy thrust. The force pushed a broken sound out of her throat. He stayed buried to the hilt for a second, then started fucking her hard.Deep. Fast. With no hesitation.Every stroke slammed into her. The wet slap of his body against her raised fat ass filled the dark bedroom. Sienna’s hands clawed at the sheets. Soft, shocked moans spilled out of her with every strong thrust. Tyler still said nothing. He just held her high and pounded into her, watching her thick cheeks bounce and ripple each time their bodies met.He kept that raised doggy position for a long time. Long, powerful strokes that went all the way in. The bed creaked under them. Sweat started to form on both their skin. Sienna’s heavy breasts dragged against
The house was quiet. Mark had left early for a three-day work trip. His wife, Sienna, stayed behind. She was thirty-one, thick in the right places heavy breasts that strained against her bra and a big, round ass that filled out whatever she wore. Tonight she had gone to bed in only a thin bra and soft pajama pants, the kind that clung to her curves. She left the bedroom door slightly open.Around midnight, footsteps came down the hall. It was her brother-in-law, Tyler. He was twenty-nine, taller than Mark, broader in the shoulders, and had been staying in the guest room for the week while he looked for a new place. Tyler paused at the open door and looked inside.Sienna lay on her stomach, face turned toward the wall, breathing slow and even. The soft pants hugged her fat ass, the fabric stretched tight across each cheek. Tyler stood there for a long moment just watching. He stepped closer to the bed, quiet. He leaned down and listened. Her breathing stayed steady. He reached out and
Ryan was still inside Lila when he started getting hard again. She felt him swell and thicken. Her eyes opened. He was already looking at her.“Again?” she asked, voice soft.He answered by pulling out slowly, then pushing back in deep. Lila’s mouth opened in a quiet moan. The second round started right there on the couch.Ryan fucked her in missionary with long, hard strokes. Every thrust went all the way in. The wet sound of his cock sliding through her was loud in the quiet house. Her legs stayed wrapped high around his waist. He held them open wider and drove deeper. Sweat made their skin stick together. Lila’s breasts moved with every strong push.He stayed in that position for a long time. No rush. Just deep, steady pounding that made her toes curl. When she came, her pussy clenched around him and a soft cry left her throat. Ryan kept thrusting through it, drawing the orgasm out until her legs shook.He pulled out and turned her onto her stomach. He lifted her hips so her ass w
Lila was twenty. Her cousin Ryan was twenty-one. They had known each other their whole lives, but something felt different this summer. Their families were sharing a big house by the lake for two weeks. Most of the adults were out for the evening. Only the two of them were home.Lila sat on the couch in a short tank top and soft shorts. Ryan came out of the kitchen with a drink and stopped when he saw her. His eyes moved over her legs and the way the tank top clung to her breasts.“You’ve been looking at me like that all week,” Lila said.Ryan sat down beside her, closer than usual. “You noticed.”She didn’t move away. The air between them felt heavy. Ryan’s hand rested on her bare thigh. His palm was warm. Lila’s breath changed. She looked at him and nodded once.Ryan leaned in and kissed her. The kiss started slow, then turned deeper. His tongue pushed into her mouth. Lila made a soft sound and kissed him back. His hand slid higher under her shorts. He felt how warm and wet she alr
God, I remember my first year in college like it was yesterday. The lectures, the late nights cramming, and yeah, the crushes that hit you like a truck. But nothing compared to Professor Alex Harlan. He was only twenty six, fresh out of grad school, with that messy dark hair that always looked lik
Victor ran a hand down my spine, fingers dipping between my ass cheeks to trace the mess dripping from my hole."Look at this cunt," he said quietly. "So full already, but still leaking like it wants more. You really are a greedy little slut, aren't you?"I nodded, voice hoarse. "Yes. I want everyt
I stayed face down on the bed for a few seconds, catching my breath, body still trembling from the overload. Victor stood behind me, cock still half-hard and glistening with our combined mess. He reached down, scooped a finger through the cum dripping from my hole, then brought it to my lips. "Tas
Mom had been dating Victor for six months when he and his son Jamal moved in. Victor was forty-five, tall and thick from years of gym time, dark skin, short beard, always in tight shirts that showed off his broad chest and arms. Jamal was twenty-two, leaner but just as built, dreads loose down his







