LOGINViktorThe hot water felt good on my skin, washing away the last remnants of the fever sweat from yesterday. I stood under the spray longer than usual, letting it soothe my still-aching muscles. My mind kept drifting back to last night — Scarlett’s soft moans, the way her body trembled under my tongue, and the way she looked up at me with those glassy eyes while she took me in her mouth. Even now, just thinking about it made my cock twitch.I heard a knock at the front door but didn’t bother stepping out. Rose was here — she’d answer it. She always did when she came over. I finished rinsing off, turned off the shower, and dried myself slowly before pulling on a clean t-shirt and sweatpants. My new glasses sat on the nightstand, still in their case. I’d put them on later.When I stepped out of the bathroom, Rose was already lounging on my bed, legs crossed, laughing at something on the TV.“So who knocked?” I asked, running a towel through my damp hair.Rose turned her head, her smile
ScarlettThe next morning, I couldn’t face Viktor.I stayed hidden in my apartment the entire day, refusing to step out even for groceries. Every time I thought about last night — his mouth between my legs, the way he gripped my hair, the filthy things he said while I sucked him — my face burned with embarrassment. I was so shy, so nervous, and honestly a little ashamed.But regret? Hell no.If anything, I craved more. This was the first time in a long time that I actually wanted sex to continue. Viktor had made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. He made sex feel… worth it. Really worth it. I kept wondering how a shy nerd like him could be so good with his tongue and fingers. Was he even a virgin? He didn’t seem like it.Then I remembered the girl who sometimes visited his place. Maybe they were just friends? Or maybe not. The thought made my stomach twist a little, but I pushed it away.By afternoon, I decided I had a perfect excuse to see him. Last night I had brought him ra
ScarlettI barely made it back to my apartment before my legs gave out.The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I leaned back against it, breathing hard. My legs were still trembling. My body felt like it was on fire — my pussy throbbing, swollen and slick from Viktor’s mouth and fingers. Every tiny shift of my thighs sent a fresh spark of need through me.I couldn’t stream tonight. There was no way I could face the camera like this. I was exhausted and quite sore.I needed to calm down. I needed to think straight.I headed straight to the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away the lingering heat and clear my head. But the moment the spray hit my skin, the memories flooded back — Viktor’s strong hands gripping my hair, his tongue licking me so slowly and deeply, the rough edge in his voice when he called me a good girl. I never imagined that his voice could be so thick and dark, unlike his normal soft, nervous voice. My nipples tightened remembering all that. My pussy clench
ViktorShe gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she moaned around my cock, the vibration making my hips jerk harder. I tightened my fist in her hair and began thrusting with more force — deep, steady, controlling the pace completely.“Look at you,” I rasped, watching my thick length disappear between her stretched lips. “On your knees gagging on my cock like a good little slut. You love this, don’t you? Pretending to be my shy neighbor when all you really wanted was to choke on me.”She whimpered around me, the soft, choked sound driving me wild. Saliva dripped down her chin as I fucked her face harder, holding her head in place with both hands now. Every time I hit the back of her throat, she made that perfect little gagging noise that had my balls tightening.I pulled her off for a breath, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to the head of my cock.“Answer me,” I demanded, my voice rough.“Yes…” she gasped, breathing hard. “I love it.”“Good girl.”I
ScarlettHeat flooded through me so fast it made my head spin. My hand moved before I could stop it, sliding down until my fingers brushed over the hard length. He was burning hot even through the fabric. I wrapped my palm around him, feeling just how thick and heavy he was, and gave one slow, experimental stroke.Viktor’s breath hitched sharply. His hips jerked forward into my touch, a low, broken sound escaping his throat.“Scarlett…” he rasped, his voice already wrecked.I stroked him again, slower this time, squeezing just enough to feel him throb against my palm. All these while happening inside the fabric of the sweatpants. The power of having him like this — the shy nerd who hid this kind of body and this kind of hunger — made me dizzy with want.Before I could do more, Viktor moved.He grabbed my waist and guided me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. I fell onto the mattress, and he followed, crawling over me like a man who had been starving for months. His mouth
ScarlettI stayed there for a few long seconds, lying on top of Viktor with his arms wrapped tightly around me. His body was warm from the fever, his heartbeat steady and strong against my chest. It felt… safe. Too safe. Too good.Then he slowly loosened his hold.I lifted my head and met his eyes. We stared at each other in silence, the air between us thick with everything we weren’t saying. His gaze was softer without his glasses, more open, and it made my stomach flutter in a way I didn’t want to examine too closely.“I… I should finally leave,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.He didn’t stop me. I pushed myself up carefully, smoothing down my clothes, suddenly feeling awkward and exposed. Viktor sat upright on the bed, watching me quietly as I moved toward the door.I stepped out of his apartment without looking back, but the moment I closed my own door behind me, I couldn’t stop thinking about it — the way his arms had felt around me, the warmth of his chest, and the intensi
RyderI knew it was time.The words had been sitting heavy in my chest for too long — weeks, months, maybe longer. I couldn’t hold them back anymore. I was done pretending. Done hiding. I wanted Lila. All of her. And I was tired of letting fear decide for me.We were all at the table. The food was
RyderI started thrusting up into her hard and steadily, each stroke driving deep enough to make her gasp. The bench rocked beneath us. Wood groaned. The canopy lights swayed slightly overhead. Her pussy was so wet I could hear every slick slide — loud, obscene, echoing in the quiet yard. She rode
RyderWhen she whispered “I will”, it felt like a secret she wasn’t supposed to share.The two small words, and they hit me harder than a kick from a spooked horse. My chest tightened. I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat, in my wrists, everywhere. For years I’d been numb down there—cold, u
BellaI slowly opened my eyes, lashes heavy and sticky from the tears he’d wrung out of me earlier, and there he was; Mr Black staring down with that dark, unyielding gaze that made my stomach twist in the best, worst way. His forehead still pressed to mine, breath hot and ragged against my lips.G







