로그인The next evening, I stood at the edge of their backyard gate for a full minute, heart hammering, before I pushed it open. The pool lights were already on, casting a soft turquoise glow across the water and the surrounding patio. Marcus and Lila were already in the pool, their bodies moving lazily through the water. Marcus’s broad shoulders gleamed under the lights, water sliding down the defined muscles of his back. Lila’s laugh floated across the yard as she splashed him, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders, her bikini top barely containing her full breasts.They both turned when they heard the gate.“Elowen,” Lila called, her voice warm and inviting. “You came. We were hoping you would.”Marcus’s eyes swept over me slowly, taking in the simple cover-up I’d thrown over my bikini. The way he looked at me made my skin prickle with heat. “You don’t need that,” he said, voice low. “It’s just us tonight.”I hesitated for a second, then slipped the cover-up off, letting it fall to the l
Last night I came so hard I had to bite my own arm to stay quiet.I was on my knees in front of my bedroom window, fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy, watching Marcus fuck Lila against the glass door of their living room. The way he had her pressed up against it — her tits flattening on the glass, his hand around her throat, hips snapping hard enough to make her whole body jolt — it broke something in me. I came watching them, whispering both their names like a prayer I wasn’t allowed to say out loud.They’re married. Happy. The perfect couple next door.I’m nineteen, home alone for the summer, and so fucking empty it hurts.Tonight they invited me over for dinner.I spent forty minutes choosing what to wear, knowing every choice was a silent yes. I’m already wet just thinking about sitting across from them at their table, wondering if they can smell how turned on I am. Wondering if they know I’ve been touching myself to them for months.I know this is dangerous.I know I shou
I didn't. Kept my eyes on his while he moved inside me. While he whispered things that made my chest ache."You're so perfect.""Made for me.""Mine."I came crying. Not from pain. From the emotion of it. From how much I felt for him and how terrified I was of losing this.He followed. Whispering my name like a prayer.After, he held me. Just held me. And I realized with startling clarity:I was in love with him.Not infatuation. Not just lust.Love.And I was so completely screwed.---**MARCUS**I woke up Saturday morning with Ava in my bed.In the bed I shared with her mother.The guilt was there. Always there. But quieter now. Easier to ignore.She was still asleep. Curled against my side. Hair spread across the pillow. Face peaceful.She looked perfect there.Like she belonged.The thought should've terrified me. Should've sent me running.Instead, I decided to wake her up properly.I moved down the bed slowly. Carefully. Settled between her legs.Spread her thighs.Put my mouth
"Marcus here.""Marcus! Thanks for taking my call. I wanted to discuss the Hartford project—"Ava kept sucking. Slow and deliberate. Her eyes locked on mine.I had to focus. Had to sound normal. Professional."Yes," I managed. "The Hartford project. What about it?"She took me deeper. All the way to the back of her throat.I barely suppressed a groan."—thinking we should push the timeline back. The client is requesting some changes—"Ava pulled back. Licked the head of my cock. Then took me deep again.I was going to lose my mind."That's—" My voice came out strained. I cleared my throat. "That's fine. Whatever the client needs.""Great. I'll send over the revised proposal this afternoon—"Ava deep-throated me. Held me there. Her throat working around me."Fuck—" I bit it off. Covered with a cough. "Sorry. Something in my throat.""You okay?""Fine. Just—fine. Send the proposal. I'll review it.""Perfect. Talk soon."I hung up.Looked down at Ava.She was grinning around my cock."Yo
My mom left for her business trip at 6 AM Friday. By 6:30, Marcus had me bent over the kitchen counter.I'd heard her car pull out of the driveway. Heard the sound fade as she drove away. Waited maybe thirty seconds.Then I'd gone downstairs in just his t-shirt and my underwear.Found him in the kitchen making coffee.We'd looked at each other.And the pretense dropped.He crossed to me in three strides. Grabbed my face. Kissed me like he'd been starving for it."Three days," he said against my mouth."Three days," I agreed."We have three days to get this out of our systems.""And then?""And then we stop. For real this time."We both knew it was a lie.But we said it anyway. Like saying it would make it true.His hands were already under the t-shirt. Pulling down my underwear. Turning me around.I braced my hands on the counter. Felt him behind me. Felt his cock pressing against me."Tell me you want this," he said."I want this. Please. Stop making me wait."He pushed inside in one
"You want me," she said. Not a question. A statement of fact."Yes.""Then have me."She pushed me back into my desk chair. Straddled me before I could think.Her shorts rode up. I could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her underwear."This is insane," I said even as my hands went to her hips."I know."She kissed me. I kissed her back. Gave up on fighting.She ground against me. I groaned into her mouth."We don't have much time," she said."I know."She stood up long enough to strip off her shorts and underwear. Straddled me again. Positioned herself.Sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion.We both groaned.She was still tight. Still adjusting. But looser than yesterday. Her body learning what this felt like. Learning me."Fuck," I breathed. "You feel incredible.""So do you." She started moving. Rolling her hips. Finding a rhythm.I watched her. Couldn't take my eyes off her. The way her tits bounced under her tank top. The way she bit her lip when I hit a good
I couldn’t stop touching myself in the days leading up to the follow-up. Every night, every morning, I’d lie in bed with my legs spread, fingers circling my clit while I replayed the last appointment in my head: the stretch of his fingers, the hot swipe of his tongue, the thick weight of his cock s
Damien's fingers pumped deeper, curling to hit spots that sent sparks up my spine. I moaned, loud and broken, hips moving faster on Elliot. The jealousy simmered under it all—I could feel it in the way Elliot's grip tightened on me, like he was claiming me even as Damien prepped me for more.Damien
Spit leaked from the corners of my mouth, ran down my chin in warm strings, dripped onto my breasts. The carpet under my knees was rough, grounding me even as my head spun.They traded me back and forth like that—slow, deliberate, filthy. One in my mouth while I stroked the other, then switch. Dami
Sunlight sliced through the gap in the thin motel curtains, sharp, pale, cutting across the tangled sheets and our bodies still glued together with dried sweat and come. I woke first, or maybe I just became aware of it first: the slow, heavy throb between my legs, the dull ache in my ass and pussy,







