LOGINDripping for the married man. 🫦💦
Chapter 4: Fucked in the laundry room 💋💦💦I didn’t sleep much.Every time I closed my eyes I felt his mouth between my legs again. The weight of his body over mine on the couch. By the time morning came, my body was still restless.I kept my distance for most of the day. Adrian did too.We moved around the house like two people trying not to step on the same floorboard.He stayed in his office. I cleaDripping for the married man. 🫦💦Chapter 4: Fucked in the laundry room 💋💦💦I didn’t sleep much.Every time I closed my eyes I felt his mouth between my legs again. The weight of his body over mine on the couch. By the time morning came, my body was still restless.I kept my distance for most of the day. Adrian did too.We moved around the house like two people trying not to step on the same floorboard. He stayed in his office. I cleaned rooms that didn’t need cleaning. When I brought him coffee at eleven, our fingers didn’t brush. He thanked me without looking up. In the evening, I was in the laundry room pulling warm sheets from the dryer when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around. Adrian stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame.“We need to talk,” he said.My pulse jumped. “Okay.”He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I set the sheet
Dripping for the married man. 🫦💦Chapter 3: Finger fucked on the couch 👉👈It was almost nine when I finished the last of the kitchen work.The house had gone quiet in that usual way it did at night. Adrian had been in his office since after dinner, the door half-closed, the low sound of his voice on a call floating down the hall for a while before silence took over.I wiped the counter one final time, hung the towel, and turned off the light. All I had left was to check the laundry in the utility room and then I could go to the staff room at the back of the house.I didn’t expect him to still be awake.When I stepped into the hallway, his office door opened. Adrian stood there in the same dark sweater from earlier, glasses pushed up into his hair, the tiredness around his eyes making his face look softer than usual. He stopped when he saw me.“You’re still working,” he said.“Just finishi
Dripping for the married man. 🫦💦 Chapter 2: Brief look👀🥵🥵 Mrs. Harrow left the house again on Tuesday morning. I carried her suitcase down to the car while Adrian stood on the front steps with his hands in his pockets. She kissed his cheek, reminded him about a call with the contractor on Thursday, and then turned to me with a polite smile. “Thank you, Lila. I should be back by Sunday evening.” “Have a safe trip,” I said. The car pulled away. Adrian watched it go until it disappeared around the corner. Then he glanced at me, gave a short nod, and went back inside. And so did I. The house felt different within the hour. Without Mrs. Harrow’s voice moving from room to room, the space felt different. I went upstairs to strip the guest bed that hadn't been used and found myself listening for Ad
Dripping for the married man. 🫦💦Chapter 1: The new maid👅💦💦The house was bigger than I expected when I arrived.I stood in the entryway on my first morning with my bag still over my shoulder, taking in the high ceilings and the light coming through the tall windows. My new employer, Mrs. Harrow, had already gone over the basics with me the day before, about our cleaning schedule. Laundry preferences. Which rooms could wait and which ones needed daily attention. Then she had left for a week-long trip to visit her sister, leaving me alone in the house with her husband.Mr. Harrow worked from home most days.The first morning I barely saw him. I started my day in the kitchen, wiping down already-clean counters and organizing the fridge the way Mrs. Harrow had shown me. When I carried the trash out to the bins near the garage, I caught a glimpse of Mr Harrow through the open office door.By the second day, the house started to feel less like a maze.I learned the way things happe
Chapter 4: My husband isn't home💋💦💦I was alone in the house, Jordan had left a little after ten.He had a meeting across town and said he wouldn’t be back until late afternoon. The second his car pulled out of the driveway, the house was quiet.I went upstairs and took my time getting ready for Ryan, because I had told him in the kitchen when we were almost caught to meet me in my room.I showered slowly. I shaved, rubbed lotion into my skin until it was soft and smooth. Then I stood in front of the closet longer than usual, choosing what to wear. Then my eyes landed on a thin black robe that barely hit mid-thigh and I slipped it on without hesitation. And of course I didn't wear anything underneath. I let my hair down the way Ryan liked it and checked myself in the mirror once. My cheeks were already a little flushed.I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.He didn’t make me wait long.The side door opened downstairs around ten-forty. Footsteps moved through the kitchen, the
Chapter 3: Screwed on the counter👅💦💦Ryan walked in through the side door when Jordan was upstairs.He didn’t even bother ringing the doorbell this time. And he knew that when Jordan was working from the upstairs office, the first floor stayed empty for at least an hour.I was in the kitchen pouring a glass of water when I heard the door close. I turned around. Ryan stood there in a gray T-shirt and jeans, his eyes already dark the way they got when he knew we didn’t have much time.“He’s upstairs?” he asked.“Yeah. Conference call. Said it could take a while.”Ryan didn’t say anything else. He just walked toward me. The second he reached me, his hands were on my waist and his mouth was on mine. The kiss was hard and familiar, full of the same hunger as usual. I kissed him back just as hard, my fingers already sliding under his shirt as he lifted me onto the kitchen counter in one smooth motion.My ass hit the cold marble. Ryan stepped between my thighs and shoved my dress up a
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of his…deep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so
Her hips lingered in my head, occupying my mind and flooding my thoughts. I threw my pen onto the ground, unable to concentrate on my work because now my mind was tied to my neighbor. She had a curvy, sexy figure that could make anyone horny from just staring. She was a married woman, older than me
Chapter 2: A taste of temptationWe stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide
"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock."That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need.







