Masuk“I’m not done,” she whispered. “I need more tonight. Don’t stop.”Jace’s cock was already hardening again. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, tasting the salt of her earlier tears mixed with the heat of their first round. His hands slid under her and lifted her easily. He carried her to the bedroom, laid her on the wide bed, and climbed over her.He started in missionary, slow at first so she could feel every inch. Then he picked up the pace. His hips moved with steady power, driving deep into her. Lia’s full breasts bounced with every thrust. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.“Harder, Jace… please,” she moaned.He gave it to her. The bed began to creak in a steady rhythm.He stayed in that position for a long time, fucking her with deep, strong strokes, never rushing to change. He kissed her neck, sucked on her nipples, and kept the same hard pace until her legs started shaking again. She came with a broken cry, her nails digging into his back.Even after she finis
Lia sat alone in her living room, the late evening light fading through the curtains. The house felt too quiet. Her husband had died that morning from a sudden heart attack. Friends, colleagues, and students had come earlier to pay their respects. They left flowers, soft words, and empty plates of food. Now the house was empty again, and the silence pressed against her chest.She was thirty-three, still young, still beautiful. Slim thick body, soft curves, full breasts that filled her simple black dress, and a round, heavy ass that her husband used to squeeze every night. Tonight there was no one to hold her.A soft knock came at the door.Lia wiped her eyes and opened it. Jace stood there, nineteen years old, tall for his age, with messy dark hair and kind eyes. He was her best student the one who always answered first, the one who stayed after class to talk about books and ideas. He looked nervous and sad.“I’m sorry I’m late, Ms. Lia,” he said quietly. “I had work. I wanted to com
Sofia was twenty years old and still lived in her family’s big house. Her parents were rich and always busy, so they hired a private tutor named Ethan to help her with her final college exams. Ethan was thirty-two, tall, handsome, and always dressed in sharp shirts. He was strict, serious, and never smiled much during lessons.Sofia had a crush on him from the first day. She would sit at the desk in the study room wearing short skirts and tight tops, hoping he would notice. Ethan always kept things professional… until one rainy afternoon.They were alone in the study. The rest of the house was full of people her mom was downstairs talking to the housekeeper, and her dad was working in his office. Ethan was standing behind Sofia, leaning over her shoulder to check her notes.His hand rested on the back of her chair. Then it slowly moved to her waist.“You’re not focusing today,” he said in a low voice.Sofia’s heart started beating fast. “Maybe I need a different kind of lesson,” she w
Early the next morning, the sun was just starting to rise. Marcus couldn’t sleep after what happened last night. His cock was hard again thinking about his petite stepdaughter. He quietly got out of bed, leaving Sarah still sleeping, and walked to Emma’s room.Emma was in her bathroom, freshening up after her shower. She stood in front of the mirror in just a towel when the door opened.Marcus stepped inside and locked the bathroom door behind him. “You woke Daddy up last night, baby girl,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Now it’s time for your lesson.”Before Emma could say anything, he pulled the towel off her small body. He turned her around, bent her over the sink, and spread her legs wide while standing. He pushed his thick cock deep inside her tight pussy in one hard thrust.“Ahhh! Daddy!” Emma moaned loudly. He started fucking her with full force, slamming into her petite body. His hips hit her ass hard, making loud slapping sounds.He grabbed her long hair and pulled it roughl
A few nights later, the house was quiet. Sarah had gone to bed early after a long day. Marcus lay beside her in their big king bed, his arm around his wife. He was almost asleep when the bedroom door opened quietly.Emma slipped inside, wearing only a tiny nightie that barely covered her petite body. She closed the door softly and crawled onto the bed from Marcus’s side.Marcus’s eyes opened wide when he felt small hands pulling down his shorts. Before he could say anything, Emma’s warm mouth wrapped around his cock.“Emma… what the fuck,” he whispered, shocked. His cock hardened instantly in her mouth. “Baby girl, this is too risky. Your mom is right here.”Emma looked up at him with big, innocent eyes while sucking him deeper. She pulled back just enough to whisper, “You started this first, Daddy. Now I need you.”Marcus groaned quietly, his hand gently holding her head. Emma sucked him eagerly, her small tongue swirling around the head. She took him as deep as she could, gagging so
Emma’s small body was still trembling on the bed, tears drying on her cheeks, when Marcus looked down at her with pure hunger in his eyes. He wasn’t satisfied yet. His cock was still hard, thick and ready. He wiped her tears gently with his thumb, but his voice was rough.“Baby girl, Daddy’s not done playing with his favorite toy,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you like you’re my little doll. You can take it, right?”Emma nodded, her voice shaky. “Yes, Daddy… I want you to use me. Your cock feels so big for me. It’s bigger than I can handle but I love it.”Marcus smiled darkly. He grabbed her tiny waist with both hands and flipped her like she weighed nothing. He put her on all fours and slammed back inside her tight pussy from behind in one powerful thrust.“Ahhh! Daddy!” Emma cried out, fresh tears of overwhelming pleasure falling from her eyes again. He fucked her hard and fast, his big hands gripping her small hips, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust. The bed shook lo
The cell block echoes with distant shouts and the clang of metal doors slamming shut. It's late lights dimmed to that dull orange glow that never really lets you sleep. I'm in for embezzlement five years handed down last month still fresh enough that the orange jumpsuit chafes my skin and the thin
The next day drags on forever. I spend it by the pool, trying to read some trashy novel on my phone, but every page blurs into thoughts of Jax. My body's still sore from last night, a sweet ache between my legs that pulses every time I shift in the lounge chair. I keep replaying his hands on me, h
The morning after the evidence-room madness, the station was buzzing with the usual bullshit. New shift, fresh coffee smell, radios crackling. The sergeant decided it was “clean-up day” for the holding guys standard procedure to keep the cells from turning into biohazards. Half the prisoners got b
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







