LOGINSienna’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
Nora had been in the city for three days on a business trip. The hotel was nice, quiet, and almost empty on her floor. Every time she stepped out of her room she noticed the same man across the hall. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair, always in a simple black shirt. They had exchanged polite nods twice. Nothing more.On the fourth night she was in her robe, hair still damp from the shower, when a soft knock came at her door. She opened it without thinking.He stood there holding a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.“I saw the light under your door,” he said. His voice was low and calm. “Figured you might not want to drink alone.”Nora hesitated only a second. Then she stepped aside and let him in.His name was Adrian. They sat on the small couch and talked while the whiskey burned warm in her chest. The conversation stayed light at first work, the city, how quiet the hotel felt at night. But the way he looked at her made the air feel heavier.When the second glass was empty, Adrian set
Maya was nineteen and had always been the quiet one in the house. She kept her hair short, wore baggy shirts and jeans, and moved with a calm confidence that made people look twice. Most people called her a stud without her ever asking them to. She didn’t mind the word. It fit.Her stepmom, Elena, was thirty-six. Soft curves, long dark hair, and a body that still turned heads. Elena had married Maya’s father when Maya was sixteen. For three years they lived under the same roof with polite distance. Elena was kind, a little formal, and always careful around her stepdaughter.That careful distance ended one Friday night when Maya’s father left for a two-week business trip.Elena had poured herself a glass of wine and was sitting on the living room couch in a thin robe when Maya came downstairs. The television was on low. Elena looked tired but still beautiful. The robe had slipped open just enough to show the soft curve of one breast.Maya stopped in the doorway.“You’re still up,” Elen
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
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
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







