INICIAR SESIÓN~DanicaI sat there, my heart hammering against my ribs. "How is sex with Tucker?" Jessie askedOlivia’s face went a shade of red I didn’t think was humanly possible. She stayed quiet for a long beat, and for a second, I felt a wave of relief. I hoped she’d just shut the conversation down so we could go back to talking about floral arrangements or the guest list. Anything but this.Then, Olivia let out a breath she’d been holding for what felt like years. "It’s horrible," she whispered."What the fuck!" I screamed, the orange juice in my glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim. "Olivia!""Wait," Becca leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean? How is it horrible? He’s a champion polo player!"Olivia sighed, clasping her hands tightly in her lap, her boho-chic rings clicking together. "His dick is small," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And I... I never cum. Ever. It’s just five minutes of nothing and then he falls asleep."The room
~Danica The sun was hitting the balcony just right. It looked like a scene from a movie. The breeze coming off the water was cool and salty, and the spread in front of us was ridiculous for the number of people. "Where’s Jess?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and squinting against the glare of the pool.Becca didn't even look up from her iced latte. She just shrugged, her designer sunglasses reflecting the ocean view. "She had quite a lot to drink last night, even for her. She’s probably still passed out with her silk sleep mask on.""She’s usually the first one up for breakfast," I muttered, looking toward the glass doors of the villa. Just as the words left my mouth, Tracy appeared. She looked... different. She was wearing a dress that was definitely too big for her—one of Jessie's spares, probably—and she was walking like she was trying not to trip over her own feet. Her face was flushed, and she wouldn't make eye contact with any of us.Jessie was right behind her and not as
~Tracy I stood in the middle of my guest room, which was literally larger than my entire apartment back home. The air smelled like expensive candles and old money, and I could still hear the shrieks of laughter echoing up from the foyer. I felt like a ghost, completely invisible.I didn't come here to be their friend. I’m not stupid. I know Jessie only brought me along because I’m her pet for the week. To her, I’m a charity case, but I didn’t endure a twelve-hour flight on a private jet just to look at the scenery. I’m from a town so small and poor it doesn't even have a zip code, and this wedding is my one-way ticket out of that life.If I can just get into the inner circle, my life changes forever. I paced the plush carpet, my heart hammering against my ribs. I needed a plan. Connections are the only currency that matters here, and I’m surrounded by the people who print the money."Vance and Varney," I whispered to my reflection in the gold-trimmed mirror. If I can just get five
~Danica My name is Danica McKellar, and I’ve spent my whole life living in a golden cage. My dad is one of the richest men in the entire country—actually, he basically owns the country and big chunks of others too. Because of that, people have always treated me like I’m made of glass or, worse, like I’m just a walking bank account.When you’re this rich, you never really know who is being real with you. It’s hard to trust anyone. I grew up watching how men looked at me, and I knew they weren't seeing Danica; they were seeing dollar signs. Plus, my older sister’s life was basically ruined when her fiancé never showed up on their wedding day. After that, she shut down completely and became a total prude, terrified of ever letting a man close again.But then, seven years ago, I met him. He started out as a musician, wild and free, but he knew exactly how skeptical I was. He knew I was waiting for him to slip up and show he was just after my family’s name. Instead, he did something i
~NiaCharles grabbed my waist with his huge hands and hauled me right onto his lap. I felt his thick, heavy cock twitching against my thigh as he reached under my skirt and yanked my panties down to my ankles. "You think you're so smart, Nia?" he growled, his voice vibrating against my ear. "Let's see how much that brain helps you when I'm deep inside you."He shoved two fingers into my soaking wetness, curling them upward and pumping with a brutal, fast rhythm. My back arched instantly, my head hitting the headrest as I screamed. I started fucking his hand, my hips bucking wildly against his palm."Yes! Ahhh! Fuck, Charles! Use those fingers! Stretch me out!" I shouted, my glasses falling off onto the floorboard. "You're so tight, Nia. So much tighter than a grown woman," he panted, his breath smelling like coffee and musk. "You've been waiting for a real man to do this to you, haven't you?"He pulled his fingers out with a loud sound and grabbed his throbbing shaft. He started rub
~NiaCharles let out a low, shaky groan as he guided my head down onto his lap. His hand felt heavy and warm as he brushed my hair away from my face."Nia, you're my daughter's friend," he whispered, though his voice was thick and lacked any real conviction. "This is so inappropriate. I should be taking you home."I could feel him squirming beneath me, his massive cock twitching against my cheek through his slacks. He was fighting it, but he was losing. I looked up at him through my glasses, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. I was so horny I could feel the dampness between my own thighs soaking into the car seat."But you're so lonely, Charles," I murmured, my breath hot against his zipper. "And I'm a very fast learner."That was the breaking point. He yanked his zipper down. His cock sprung out. It was thick and the shaft was red. It hit me right in on chin. It was even bigger than I’d imagined from my videos. It was pulsating. A clear bead of precum was already glistening at th
~MaddyClass started by 9am but I took extra time to get ready. I entered the class wearing every possible dress code violation. The buttons on my tight top were open exposing my very succulent tits. My skirt was so short that if I bent low enough, you could see just how wet my pussy was. All thi
~Bianca I knew the rumors about the "Varsity Tax," but I never thought I’d be the one paying it.It started three weeks ago when I was failing Ethics. Miller, the star quarterback, offered me his "private study guides." He was the golden boy; white and privileged with eyes that saw right through
~Bianca Miller leaned over my head, his thick cock hovering just inches from my lips. "Open up, B. Take my cock in your filthy mouth."I opened my mouth, and he slid back. At the same time, I felt Jax’s massive hands grab my knees, shoving them back toward my shoulders. He didn't use any lube; he
~Jasmine Daniel reached over, grabbed the remote, and clicked the TV off. The room went silent, except for the sound of our heavy breathing. I tried to pull away and grab the remote but he flipped me over onto my stomach in one fluid motion. He pinned both of my hands behind my back with just one







