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Fucking the Bride
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2025-07-23 13:12:15
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Forbidden Affairs Fingered by my twin 2
Lena hadn’t bothered with the assignment.The deadline had come and gone, and instead of scribbling out an essay Draven would shred with red ink, she had spent the evening scrolling through her phone, smirking to herself. She knew exactly what skipping his assignment would earn her.That was the point.Now, standing in front of his office door, she adjusted her skirt—shorter than last time, pleated, dangerously high—and smoothed down the skin-tight black top that left nothing to the imagination. She didn’t knock. Just pushed the door open like she owned the place.The air was different today.Draven didn’t look up from his papers. His glasses sat low, his pen moved slowly across the page, and his entire posture screamed unbothered.That was the first red flag.“You’re late.” The same words, but the tone had shifted. It wasn’t irritation anymore.It was anticipation.“I figured you’d need time to cool off,” Lena said, shutting the door behind her. “Didn’t want to walk in on a tantrum.”
Forbidden Affairs Fingered by my tutor 1
Lena was late. Again.She barely cared.The rain had drenched her on the way, her white blouse sticking to her skin like a second, unforgiving layer. The thin fabric clung to the curve of her breasts, nipples sharply outlined beneath, bra completely transparent. Her plaid skirt wasn’t much better, hitched high up her thighs, damp and creased, as if she’d rolled out of bed and straight into the storm.Mr. Draven’s door loomed in front of her, slightly ajar. She didn’t bother knocking. She never did.He was seated at the desk, dark slacks crisply ironed, black shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His glasses sat low on his nose as he scribbled something with that precise, ruthless hand. The sharp angles of his jaw, the way his lips pressed into a thin line when he saw her — it wasn’t new. Draven’s disapproval always painted his face like that. The kind of expression that should intimidate. It never worked on her.“You’re late.” His voice was low, steady, but the underlying tension w
Forbidden Affairs Breastfeeding my bosses 3
The office wellness room had always been a sterile afterthought — a space designed for brief meditation or the occasional headache retreat. But now, under Roman’s orders, it had transformed into something far more specific, something far more personal. The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill.Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence, to their hunger. She was becoming something ne
Forbidden Affairs Breastfeeding my bosses 2
The air inside Roman’s office was thick with the scent of arousal and milk. Nora’s breath came in short, shaky bursts as she leaned forward against the polished desk, bare from the waist up, blouse crumpled on the floor beside her bra. Her breasts, still slick with his mouth, tingled with a blend of relief and new, aching hunger. Roman hadn’t touched her below the waist yet, but her thighs were trembling, her soaked panties sticking to her skin, her need screaming beneath the weight of the tension he built with every whispered order. She felt unsteady, unraveling in a way that was terrifying and addictive. Roman stood behind her, composed but alert, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows, watching her with a hunger that hadn’t been sated. And then the door opened.Neither of them had heard the footsteps. Neither of them had even thought to lock the door. Nora gasped, spinning halfway around as Ellis stepped into the room.He stopped cold.His eyes took in the
Forbidden Affairs Breastfeeding my boss 1
Nora adjusted the front of her blouse for the third time that morning, praying the jacket she wore concealed the damp spots she could already feel blooming through the lace of her bra. She cursed under her breath, clutching her tablet tighter as she entered the elevator to the twenty-sixth floor of Halden & Cross Enterprises. Her maternity leave had ended two weeks ago, and she had been determined to come back sharp, efficient, unshakable. But nothing had prepared her for how her body would rebel. Despite weaning her daughter six weeks prior, her breasts still swelled with milk by midday, aching and full, tight in ways that made her squirm in her chair. The nursing pads helped — for a while. But when the pressure built and the heat inside her suit jacket rose, Nora could barely focus on her screen, let alone contribute to strategy meetings.Her heels clicked against the marble tiles as she walked briskly into the main office space, ignoring the stares of two junior analysts she passed
Forbidden Affairs My husband’s assistant 5
Talia woke with sore thighs and the scent of another man still between her legs. Her husband was gone, already dressed and halfway through his morning routine. She could hear his muffled voice from the bathroom, speaking into a Bluetooth headset, likely confirming another deal, another investor, another distraction from the hollow marriage they pretended still held meaning. The sun streamed through the curtains, catching the sheen of sweat still on her skin. She pressed her legs together and bit her lip. It wasn’t guilt that curled inside her. It was hunger. Residual. Insatiable. Still burning.Cameron had left just hours ago. They had barely spoken after he’d taken her against the bathroom wall, filling her with his release and then wiping her clean with her silk scarf. No affection. No hesitation. Only heat. They were past the point of flirting. Past teasing. Past hiding it well. The lies they told themselves were thinner now. This wasn’t an affair of convenience anymore. This was c
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