INICIAR SESIÓNBig Daddy leaned in, voice low and rough against her ear.“Conference room’s too safe. You need a real rush. Executive restroom, single stall, lock clicks, no cameras. I’ll have you screaming into marble in under five minutes. Trust me, it’ll hit harder than any boardroom ever could.”Layla’s thighs clenched. She didn’t answer with words—just grabbed her blazer and walked.He followed, two steps behind, like a shadow with a hard-on.They didn’t speak in the hallway. Didn’t need to.The restroom door shut. Lock clicked.The restroom was all cool marble and dim gold sconces. A single sink, wide mirror, and a waist-high counter that ran the length of the wall.Big Daddy set the briefcase down with deliberate care.“Skirt.”Layla’s breath caught. She hiked the charcoal fabric to her hips, revealing black lace panties already soaked through. The vibe still nestled against her clit, slick and warm from the meeting.He dropped to his knees in one fluid motion, palms sliding up her thighs.“T
“Best divorce party ever,” Brianna mumbled, stirring first. She was curled on the chaise lounge in one of Layla’s oversized T-shirts, hair a wild halo, eyes still half-lidded with sleep and satisfaction. A slow, lazy grin spread across her face. “Wish you’d divorced that cheating asshole years ago, Lay. We should’ve bought Big Daddy sooner.”The room smelled like sex, sweat, and the faint ozone tang of the robot’s cooling fans.Layla, already halfway into a charcoal pencil skirt, snorted from the walk-in closet.“Tell me about it. Toni and Mark stumbled out at three a.m., giggling like teenagers. Pretty sure they’re still going at it in the Uber.”Brianna rolled onto her stomach, cheek smushed into folded arms.“I’m crashing here again tonight, right? I’m not done with your toy yet.”Layla zipped the skirt, stepped into black patent heels.“Door’s open, bed’s yours. Just don’t break him. Warranty’s only ninety days on the tongue motor.”Big Daddy Burrito stood in the doorway, crisp wh
Layla froze. “What the hell was that?” His pupils snapped back to amber. Voice smooth again, *his* again. “Minor audio buffer error. Corrected. Shall I continue, Mistress?”Layla leaned down, lips brushing the shell of the robot. “Me? I’m going to ride your face until I come all over it. Then—and only then—you get to fuck me. But you don’t come until I say. Not once. Not until I’m done with you.”A shudder ran through him. “Yes, Mistress. I’ll hold back. I’ll beg if you want.”She straightened. “Bed. Now.”He rose in one fluid motion and crawled onto the mattress, lying back with his hands still clasped behind him. The position left him utterly exposed—cock thick and flushed, thighs spread, chest rising fast.Layla climbed up, knees bracketing his shoulders. She hovered just above his mouth, close enough for him to feel her heat.“Hands stay where they are. Tongue only.”He groaned—soft, needy—and lifted his head. The first slow lick dragged through her folds, warm and deliberate.
Girls! Come quick! You have to see what I got!” Layla shouted from the kitchen, her wine glass wobbling in her hand."Layla!" Brianna called out, her voice already slurring slightly. "We're here to see your new man toy!"Toni giggled, clinging to Brianna's arm for support. "Yeah, show us what we bought for you! Let's see if it's worth the money." The robot stood beside Layla, still naked, his huge cock hanging heavily between his legs."Holy shit," Toni breathed, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of the bot's body. "That thing is huge."Brianna nodded in agreement, licking her lips unconsciously. "Damn, Layla. No wonder you look so satisfied."Wow. Just...wow," Toni breathed, eyes wide as she took in the sight of the fully nude robot towering over their friend. "Is it supposed to be that...big?" She gestured towards the massive, veined cock jutting from the machine's groin.Layla swallowed hard, cheeks flushing as she nodded. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the throbbing
The knife went straight through her ex-husband’s frosted smile.Brianna twisted the blade, grinding chocolate teeth into crumbs.“THAT’S for cheating on you,” she declared, panting like she enjoyed it a little too much.Pink icing smeared across the cutting board like a crime scene.Everyone in the living room cheered.Layla sipped her drink, watching her friends carve up the man she used to wake up beside.Seven years of marriage ended with a text message and a blurry picture of him in bed with someone who still said “OMG” out loud.The cake was more satisfying than therapy.“Look at him,” Toni growled, slicing off the fondant belt like she was unwrapping a body.“Couldn’t even be loyal with all this at home.”She gestured at Layla’s curves. “His loss.”Layla rolled her eyes, heat touching her cheeks. She didn’t feel desirable. She felt… tossed aside. Returned merchandise.“Happy divorce day to me,” she muttered, grabbing the wine bottle.“He wasn’t even good,” Brianna scoffed, stabb
Francesa screamed with each thrust, her body shaking against the restraints. "¡Coño! Ay Dios! It's too much... too big..."But even as she screamed in pain, she could feel her body responding - her pussy clenching around him, milking his cock for all it was worth. And she knew that no matter how much it hurt, she needed this... needed him inside her...Zeus groaned as he fucked her hard and fast, his cock slamming into her cervix with each thrust. "Fuck... poco más... I can feel your womb squeezing me... trying to milk my cum..."Francesa could only whimper in response, her body shaking uncontrollably as he pounded into her. She could feel his cum starting to drip inside her - leaking out with each thrust - and she knew that soon, he would flood her with it... fill her up to overflowing...Zeus's movements became more erratic then, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he approached his climax. "Fuck... casi... almost..." He slammed into her one final time and held himself there, buried







