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Friends with benefits III
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DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA My best friend's dad III
It started with a text."Get dressed. We're going for a drive. Alone."I didn’t hesitate.Slipped into a tiny dress no bra, no panties and met him outside like a good little slut. Zoey was still asleep. The sun barely up.Mr. Carter didn’t say a word when I climbed into his truck. Just gave me a look—dark, unreadable—and drove.Ten minutes in, he pulled off the road, tires crunching gravel as we rolled into some quiet, wooded spot. Then he cut the engine.Silence.Tension.I was wet already.“Backseat. Now.”I climbed over instantly, heart racing, thighs already pressed tight together. He followed, slamming the door shut behind him.“You really came out here with no panties?” he asked, lifting my dress and exposing my soaked pussy. “Slut.”I whimpered. “I knew you’d want me.”“I always want you.”And just like that, he pulled me down flat onto the seat, spread my legs wide, and dove in—tongue dragging up my slit, lips wrapping around my clit like he was starved.I screamed—his hand cl
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA My best friend's dad II
I woke up sore.Between my thighs, everywhere. Every part of me ached in the most delicious way. The sheets smelled like him — woodsy cologne and sweat and sex. My thighs were sticky. My lips swollen. My pussy used.And I loved it.But reality snapped back.Zoey.She was just a room down the hall.Shit.I panicked. Slipped out of his bed, grabbed my shorts and tank, and tiptoed back to the guest room like a thief in the night — heart pounding, legs weak, still leaking his cum down my thighs.I barely got under the covers before her alarm buzzed down the hall.Close call.I tried to act normal all morning, sitting at the table beside Zoey while she scrolled through her phone and ate cereal like nothing happened. I couldn’t even look at him. Not without remembering the way he bent me over the counter, the sound of his voice in my ear, the way he filled me up until I couldn’t breathe.“Morning,” he said to both of us, his voice calm — like he didn’t fuck the life out of me a few hours ag
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA My best friend's dad I
I walked into the kitchen at midnight wearing nothing but my tiny shorts and a tight tank. I wasn’t expecting him to be there.But there he was.Mr. Carter.Sitting at the counter, shirtless, tattoos on full display, sipping whiskey like he owned the night. His eyes dropped to my chest the moment I stepped in. He didn’t even try to hide it."You always walk around like that when Zoey’s asleep?" he asked, voice deep and slow.I leaned on the counter, not caring that my nipples were poking through the fabric. "Only when I want to be noticed."His jaw tightened. His eyes stayed locked on my body."You're playing with fire, sweetheart.""Maybe I want to get burned."He stood up, towering over me. Close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his bare chest. My breath hitched when he reached out, hooked a finger under my tank, and pulled it down just enough to expose my left nipple."You know what you're asking for?" he murmured.I nodded, heart racing. "I want it."He didn’t waste ti
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Hotel room 4
The dress he picked out was too short.Too tight.Too fucking dangerous.It clung to my curves like a second skin, the hem brushing my upper thighs, barely covering the mess he left dripping between them.And I wasn’t allowed to wear panties.I sat in the passenger seat of his car, legs pressed together, heart pounding as we pulled up to the rooftop café. It was classy. Public. Bright daylight. Normal people.Meanwhile, my pussy was still pulsing from being stretched and stuffed all night long.“Keep your legs open under the table,” he said as he parked.I swallowed hard. “People will see—”“That’s the point.”He walked ahead like he owned the damn place, hand on the small of my back as we were seated near the edge—private, but not too private. Anyone could walk by.The second we sat down, his hand slid under the table. I gasped.“Be quiet,” he said calmly, flipping open the menu with his free hand. “Act normal.”But there was nothing normal about the way his fingers slid up my inner
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Hotel room 3
I must’ve passed out.My arms were still tied to the headboard, my legs spread wide, body sore and soaked his cum sticky between my thighs, my skin flushed and trembling.And then I felt it.Warm breath between my legs.Soft kisses along my inner thighs.And his voice, low and filthy.“Rise and shine, sweetheart. Time to wake up.”I barely opened my eyes before his tongue dragged up my slit, slow and wet, tasting me tasting himself like it was his morning coffee.“Oh my god…” I moaned, hips jerking.“Don’t move,” he murmured against my pussy. “I’ll handle everything.”His hands slid beneath my ass, lifting my hips as his tongue worked its way deeper lapping at my entrance, sucking on my swollen clit, pushing inside me like he wanted to drink every last drop of last night’s mess.“Fuck,” I whimpered, still half-asleep, “you’re gonna kill me…”“Not yet,” he said, smiling against my pussy. “But you’re gonna beg me to.”He sucked harder, tongue flicking fast now, fingers digging into my h
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Hotel room 2
My legs were trembling. My throat was raw. And my pussy—my poor, overstretched pussy—was still dripping everything he’d poured into me.But he wasn’t done.He grabbed my wrists and untied them slowly, almost gently. My arms dropped, limp from how hard he’d used me.“You okay?” he asked, voice lower now. Rough, but careful.I nodded, breathless. “Yes.”“Good.” He leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. “Because I’m about to break you all over again.”Before I could speak, he yanked me off the bed and dragged me toward the floor-length mirror on the wall.“Look,” he growled, spinning me to face my reflection. “Look at what I’ve turned you into.”I gasped when I saw myself—hair wild, lips swollen, makeup ruined, thighs slick with cum. I looked like a girl who’d been wrecked in every way.And I loved it.He stood behind me, bare chest against my back, cock already hard again as it pressed against the curve of my ass. One hand gripped my throat lightly, tilting my face to keep my eyes on the
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