ログインI pressed my ear against the cool wood of the bedroom door, the faint scent of jasmine from my daughter’s lingerie drifting through the crack. The room was dim, only the glow of the bedside lamp spilling amber over the tangled sheets. My breath hitched as I saw Jonas’s broad shoulders flexing with each thrust, his dark hair slick with sweat, his hips driving hard into the body beneath him. My daughter—blonde, slender, her legs wrapped tight around his waist—arched her back, a moan tearing from her throat that made my own core clench. “Ohhh yeah, baby… harder,” she gasped, her voice raw and needy, nails digging into his biceps. Jonas grunted, his jaw clenched, and leaned close to her ear, his voice a low, rough whisper that seemed to vibrate through the door. “Shhh… you’re gonna wake your mom if you keep screaming like that,” he muttered, though his tone was laced with amusement rather than irritation. He didn’t slow; instead, he slammed deeper, the sound of flesh meeting fle
I slipped out of bed, the cool floor sending a shiver up my spine, and padded silently to the bathroom. I turned on the faucet, letting the cold water rush over my hands, splashing it against my face in a desperate attempt to quell the fire. It did little; instead, the shock only sharpened my awareness of every nerve ending, every pulse of desire. I glanced at the clock—12:00a.m. The house was quiet, the only sound the occasional creak of the old timber settling. A mischievous smile curled my lips. If I couldn’t sleep, I’d at least indulge in the fantasy that had been gnawing at me all night. I slipped into my closet and pulled out the skimpiest bikini I owned—a tiny triangle of black lace that barely covered my nipples, and a matching thong that left little to the imagination. The fabric clung to my curves, accentuating the swell of my hips, the roundness of my ass, the generous cleavage that had always drawn Jonas’s furtive glances when he thought I wasn’t looking. I pad
I pressed my ear against the cool wood of the bedroom door, the faint scent of jasmine from my daughter’s lingerie drifting through the crack. The room was dim, only the glow of the bedside lamp spilling amber over the tangled sheets. My breath hitched as I saw Jonas’s broad shoulders flexing with each thrust, his dark hair slick with sweat, his hips driving hard into the body beneath him. My daughter—blonde, slender, her legs wrapped tight around his waist—arched her back, a moan tearing from her throat that made my own core clench. “Ohhh yeah, baby… harder,” she gasped, her voice raw and needy, nails digging into his biceps. Jonas grunted, his jaw clenched, and leaned close to her ear, his voice a low, rough whisper that seemed to vibrate through the door. “Shhh… you’re gonna wake your mom if you keep screaming like that,” he muttered, though his tone was laced with amusement rather than irritation. He didn’t slow; instead, he slammed deeper, the sound of flesh meeting fle
Regina’s pov I feel the tight ropes bite into my wrists, the rough fibers digging deeper with each frantic pulse of my heart. My shoulders are forced back, the habit straining across my breasts, nipples hard and aching against the wool. A fresh wave of heat pools between my legs, slick and throbbing, and I can’t help but tremble—not just from the pain, but from the desperate need that coils tighter with every second he holds me captive. His lips crash onto mine, fierce and demanding, his tongue plunging past my teeth to explore the sweet, sinful depths of my mouth. I moan into the kiss, the sound muffled by his dominance, feeling the raw claim of his possession vibrate through my skull. He pulls back just enough to stare into my eyes, his gaze dark and unyielding, and I see the flicker of triumph there—he knows I’m his, completely, utterly his. “Beg for me,” he growls, his voice a low rasp that sends shivers down my spine. “Tell me how much you want it harder, how much you cra
I pulled the rope tighter, feeling the fibers bite into her skin as I wound another loop around her wrists, then drew the ends up to bind her elbows together behind her back. Regina gasped, a sharp intake that turned into a low, shuddering moan as the pressure forced her shoulders even farther back, her chest thrust forward like an offering. The habit strained across her breasts, the dark wool stretching over the hard peaks of her nipples, which stood out stark against the fabric, slick with a thin sheen of sweat. “Feel that?” I whispered, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice rough with the promise of more pain and pleasure. “Every knot is a reminder that you’re mine. You don’t move unless I say so.” I could feel her pulse hammering against the rope, a frantic rhythm that matched the throbbing in my own cock, still heavy and aching beneath my cassock. I leaned in, my tongue tracing the curve of her jaw before I dropped my mouth to her neck, sucking hard enough to le
I stood in the shadowed nave, the scent of incense thick and sweet, the flicker of candles casting trembling light across the stone walls. My cassock felt heavy, a thin veil over the hunger that coiled tight in my gut. Sister Regina slipped into the side chapel, her habit rustling like a whispered promise, eyes locked on mine with a hunger I could see burning behind the veil of her lashes. She moved close, the soft swell of her breasts pressing against the coarse fabric of my robe, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, “Father, I… I need you.” Her hand slid down my chest, fingers trembling as they traced the line of my sternum, then lower, finding the hard ridge of my cock straining against my trousers. I could feel her pulse quicken, the way her thighs pressed together, a silent plea for release. I watched her push herself against me, her eyes full of lust, a mixture of reverence and raw need that made my own cock throb. I let her linger for a heartbeat, feeling th
Elena Pov “Mum is back… fuck,” I muttered as I jumped to my feet and quickly pulled on my dress, my fingers fumbling as I tried to fix it. My hands were shaking, and my heart was beating too fast, like it was trying to jump out of my chest. “Elena, Elena, where are you?” Mum called, her voice gett
Elena Pov “Look at me, you'll cum when I tell you to cum.” he muttered, his voice low as he kept moving. My breath hitched instantly, my fingers tightening as my body reacted to every motion. I could feel the intensity building, my chest rising faster, my thighs trembling slightly. “Fuck me… pleas
Elena Pov “Fuck…” I moaned softly as I felt my juices trickle down my thighs, warm and slow. My grip tightened around Jeremy’s picture, the edges bending under the pressure of my fingers as I held onto it like it was him. My back pressed against the doorframe, my body already trembling from the hea
CLARA POV The water moved around us as he pulled me closer, my back pressing harder against the edge of the pool, the cold tiles biting slightly into my heated skin. My breath caught in my throat as my fingers tightened around his shoulders, holding on without thinking. “Fuck… are we really doing t







