LOGINScarlettI 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
ViktorI lay on my bed after Scarlett rushed out, staring at the ceiling in the dark. My body was still buzzing from the kiss, from the way she had looked at me when I took my hoodie off, from the heat of her thighs around my hips. But now the room felt too quiet, too empty.She had pushed me away.The rejection stung more than I wanted to admit. I wanted her so badly — both as Scarlett and as Red Fox. I wanted to keep kissing her, to touch her, to finally show her the side of me I’d been hiding. But she was drunk, and I didn’t want to be the guy who took advantage of that.I reached for my phone, thumb hovering over the Sensual app. A private session with Red Fox would help. It always did. I could lose myself in her voice, her body on the screen, and forget the sting of being pushed away tonight.But when I checked my balance, reality hit hard. The money was almost gone. I had spent way too much on her these past weeks, and my last big transfer hadn’t cleared yet. No private session
Scarlett Viktor stood frozen near the door for a heartbeat, looking equal parts shocked and tempted. Then he took one hesitant step forward, then another, until he was standing right in front of me where I sat on the edge of his bed.The air between us felt thick, charged with the alcohol buzzing in my veins and the memory of his lips on mine this morning. I reached up, grabbed the front of his hoodie, and tugged him down gently but firmly until his face was level with mine.“You missed my cheek earlier and ended up stirring me and my lips a little,” I murmured, my breath brushing against his lips. “Now, let me show you how it’s done.”Before he could overthink it, I leaned in and kissed him.This time it wasn’t clumsy or accidental. I kissed him slow and deep, tasting the faint sweetness of whatever he’d had for dinner mixed with the nervousness rolling off him in waves. Viktor made a soft, surprised sound against my mouth, but then his hands found my waist, gripping me like he was
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







