LOGINWhen Tarzan opened his eyes again, he looked down at her, his vision swimming. Lena was busy deep-throating his monster cock. The thick, veined shaft disappeared between her stretched lips until her nose pressed hard against the dense black curls at his base. The sounds got louder as her throat convulsed around him. Each time she pulled back just enough to breathe, a thick strand of spit stretched from her bottom lip to the flushed, glistening head before she plunged forward again, taking him deeper down her throat. Tarzan’s entire body locked. His powerful thighs trembled violently on either side of her head. His hips jerked helplessly, the thick muscles of his abdomen jumping under sweat-slicked skin. He could feel every wet constriction, every flutter of her soft palate and the incredible way her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock as she swallowed around him again and again. “Lena—ah—fuck—” His deep voice shattered into desperate, high-pi
She wasn't just giving him a blow job , she was studying his cock, every ridge and vein. She would pull off slightly occasionally to lick a new spot, her eyes asking, Here? without a single word. “Slower,” Tarzan instructed in a ragged whisper. “When you get to the tip, swirl your tongue around it… Like that. Fuck, baby. Just like that.” His breath hitched as a low, guttural sound rumbled from deep within his chest. His hand remained tangled in her hair, cradling her skull gently. "That feels so good baby." He hissed as his gaze dropped again on her lips, stretched wide around his girth. He was so thick and massive compared to the curve of her jaw. Her soft fingers could barely circle the base of his cock while her mouth struggled to accommodate even the head. A vein pulsed along the side of his shaft, and he watched, mesmerized, as Lena's tongue traced its path. “That's it,” he hissed as his thumb stroked the shell of her ear. “You’re doing so well. Your mouth fe
Tarzan caught the flicker of nervousness in Lena's eyes, but beneath it burned a fire of determination that made his chest ache with possessive tenderness. The fact that she was so willing—so eager—to learn how to please him meant everything.*I made her feel that she wasn't enough,no wonder she kept avoiding it whenever I requested a bow job. What an idiot, you are, Tarzan.*He cursed inwardly. “First,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. He guided her head closer with gentle pressure. The scent of him filled her nostrils. So masculine and arousing. Lena licked her lips as she gaze at the tip of his cock, already slick with a bead of precum, brushed against her lips. Tarzan watched her breathe, saw her inhale his scent, her lashes fluttering like dark wings. "You smell so good, babe." Lena whispered. Tarzan's ear went red. "Emmm thanks...you can now open your mouth, baby,” he coached softly. Lena obeyed. “Just the tip. Let your lips close ar
“I told the girls about my… inexperience with blow jobs, and they advised me to practice with a fake one so I could blow your mind.”Lena’s cheeks burned, but she lifted her chin, refusing to shrink.“Ever since you complained that I wasn’t good at it… I lost my confidence. I wanted to surprise you. To make you happy—the way the other women did, you know.”The words hung in the air like a grenade with the pin pulled.Tarzan’s brain, which had barely recovered from the initial shock, promptly short-circuited again.“Other women,” he repeated flatly, his face blank with dawning guilt. “I can't believe I brought other women into our relationship.” He muttered the last part more to himself than to her.“Let’s not talk about them. We were separated—it’s not your fault. And please… I wanted to tell you the truth because I didn’t want to hide this from you. This isn’t an excuse for you to blame yourself.” Lena’s voice was soft, but firm.“I made you feel so insecure that you went looking for
Tarzan’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Nothing came out except a small, strangled sound. His eyes stayed locked on the two glossy black monsters now half-hidden behind Lena’s back. She clutched them like she was trying to smuggle illegal weapons, which, given their size and aggressive curvature, they absolutely could have been. One of the giant swinging balls peeked out from under her arm, wobbling. The sight alone made something inside Tarzan flinch. Lena’s face had already burned past red and settled into a deep, mortified purple—the shade reserved for the purest forms of human embarrassment. Her pulse hammered in her ears. She wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. “Lena.” Tarzan finally found his voice. “Yes?” she squeaked in return. He stared at her like she’d just betrayed him in the most intimate way possible. “Why are there two big penises in your bag?” The look in his eyes was pure, wounded betrayal. “They’re not— I mean, they are pen
Lena smiled back at him. “No… no, baby. I’m glad you told me.” Tarzan’s eyes widened. Lena continued. “I’m really happy I heard it from you first. It’s okay… honestly. Addiction isn’t something that just stops overnight. So I completely understand.” Relief hit Tarzan like a physical blow. He covered his face with both hands, shoulders shaking with the force of it. “You do?” “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” She reached up, gently pulling his hands away so he had to look at her. “It’s an addiction—hard to resist. I’ve seen how hard you’ve been trying the whole time we’ve been together. I know you’re fighting it because I haven't seen you do it once ever since then. And I am proud of you so far. We will work on it together. It’s okay." Tarzan couldn’t contain the rush of emotion any longer. He kissed her before she even saw it coming—sudden, hungry, almost desperate. His arms locked tight around her waist, yanking her flush against the hard line of his body. The kiss wa
Suddenly, we heard the front door slam.Jake's head snapped up."Jake?!"Jake's wife, Sarah, called out as she stormed down the stairs like a hurricane in yoga pants and a messy bun. Her face was twisted with pure rage, eyes already red and glassy."You cheating piece of shit!" she screamed, pointi
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake







