Mag-log inMia’s thighs were slick and trembling as she walked away from the escalator, the red dress plastered to her skin with sweat and cum. Jake’s latest load was still warm inside her, mixing with the first, leaking in thick streams down her legs with every step. The shiny trails caught the mall lights, drawing stares and whispers from shoppers on the third floor. Her nipples poked hard through the soaked fabric, face flushed, hair messy—she looked exactly like what she was: a well-used slut.Her phone buzzed in her hand.“Turn around. Back to the restrooms. Same stall. Now. I’m not done wrecking that cunt.”Heat flooded her again instantly. She obeyed without hesitation, turning on shaky legs and heading back toward the corridor they’d just left minutes ago. Jake was already waiting near the entrance to the men’s room, leaning casually against the wall like he owned the place. His eyes raked over her—taking in the ruined dress, the cum dripping freely down to her ankles—and a dark, hungry
Mia left the boutique on unsteady legs, the thin red dress clinging to her sweat-damp skin. The zipper was still only halfway up her back—just the way Jake had left it—so the fabric gaped open, flashing the curve of her spine and the top of her bare ass with every step. His thick load sat heavy inside her, warm and sticky, slowly seeping out to coat her inner thighs. Each stride made the cum shift, a filthy reminder of how he’d just wrecked her in the changing room.As she reached the ground floor, her phone buzzed.“Food court. Center table. Sit facing the main walkway. Dress up, legs apart. Wait for me. Don’t touch yourself. Don’t close your legs. I’ll be watching.”Her pussy clenched at the message. No strangers this time—just Jake. He was going to make her wait, exposed, knowing he could see her from anywhere in the crowded space.The food court was a zoo: trays banging, kids yelling, long lines snaking around every counter, hundreds of people flowing past in every direction. Mia
The mall was a madhouse. Saturday afternoon, every store packed shoulder-to-shoulder, music thumping from speakers, the smell of pretzels and perfume mixing in the air. Mia, 21, tight body poured into a tiny crop top and a short black skirt that hugged her round ass like a second skin, had just spent the last hour browsing the trendy boutique on the second floor. No bra, no panties because the dare app on her phone had already started its games.“Buy something slutty. Try it on. Make sure someone sees everything.”She’d picked out a skimpy red dress backless, side slits up to the hip, zipper running the full length down the spine. Thin fabric that would cling to every curve. Perfect.Now, in the fitting area at the back of the store, she stepped into one of the curtained cubicles. The curtains didn’t even reach the floor—six inches of gap at the bottom, mirrors on three walls reflecting her from every angle. Outside, she could hear the constant chatter of shoppers, heels clicking on
Victor’s grip on my wrist is iron as he pulls me from the wine cellar’s wreckage straight into the master bedroom.The king bed dominates the room—dark silk sheets already rumpled from our earlier round, moonlight slicing through the windows.He shoves me onto the mattress on my back, climbs over me, and pins my wrists above my head with one hand.His cock is rock-hard again, slapping heavy against my stomach.“Look at you,” he rasps, eyes raking over my marked body—red handprints on my ass, cum drying on my thighs, pussy swollen and glistening. “My son’s bride, dripping for Daddy’s cock hours before the wedding.”I arch up, desperate. “Please, Daddy—fuck me again. I need it so bad.”He smirks, releases my wrists, and grabs my ankles instead spreading me wide, folding my legs back until my knees are by my ears.Then he slams into my pussy in one brutal thrust.I scream, back bowing off the silk.He doesn’t hold back.He pounds me folded in half, hips snapping, cock driving so deep I
Victor doesn’t carry me this time.He grabs my wrist and drags me up the stairs, my bare feet stumbling on the carpet, cum still leaking down my thighs from the wine cellar wreckage.We reach the master bedroom—his bedroom—the one he shared with his late wife, the one where my fiancé was conceived.The door slams shut behind us.The room is huge: king bed with dark silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark estate, moonlight pouring in.Victor shoves me toward the bed.“On your back,” he orders. “Legs spread. Show Daddy what’s his tonight.I scramble onto the silk, lie back, and open my thighs wide.My pussy is swollen, red, dripping with his cum and my juices, lips puffy and glistening.He stands at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock slow, eyes locked on my exposed hole.“Look at that greedy little cunt,” he growls. “Leaking Daddy’s cum like a proper slut.”“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, fingers sliding down to spread myself open for him. “It’s all yours. Fuck me again.
I’m still sprawled on the tasting table, legs spread, cum leaking from both holes in thick streams, when Victor walks back in.He’s stripped off his shirt, chest glistening with sweat, cock already rock-hard again, jutting out like a weapon.He doesn’t speak.He just grabs my ankles, yanks me to the edge of the table, and flips me onto my stomach.My tits smash against the cold wood, nipples scraping, ass high.He kicks my feet wider, spreads my cheeks with rough hands, and slams back into my pussy in one brutal thrust.I scream, fingers scrabbling for grip on the table edges.He doesn’t ease in.He starts pounding—harder than before, faster, hips snapping with raw power, the table sliding across the stone floor with every impact.Bottles rattle violently in the racks, some clinking dangerously.His hand cracks across my ass—sharp, stinging spanks that make me clench around him so tight he growls.Each one harder, the heat blooming into fire that makes my pussy gush down his cock and
He grabbed my chin, lifting my face to look up at him. His cock still glistened with spit and cum, twitching like it was begging to be buried again.“You want more?” he asked.I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My mouth was already open, tongue out, eyes begging.He smirked and slapped his cock acr
I didn’t even lock the door when I got home.I wanted him to come in.My thighs were still sticky with his cum, my panties were gone, and my skin was flushed with the filth of everything we’d already done. I showered, but not all the way. I didn’t want to be clean.I wanted him to smell it.My husb
The moment the door closed behind us, he shoved me against it.Hard.His mouth crashed into mine, all teeth and tongue, no hesitation, no “are you sure?” bullshit. I didn’t want sweet. I didn’t come to this hotel for slow kisses or careful hands. I came for exactly this his hands yanking up my dres
The loft smelled like dark coffee, warm wood, and something smoky—expensive, masculine. Lena stepped in slowly, her heels echoing against polished concrete as the door clicked shut behind her. She was late. Not fashionably. Just… late.The studio was dim, sunlight bleeding through tall windows cove







