เข้าสู่ระบบTwo weeks later, the house still smelled like sex.The sheets in her bedroom carried the scent of Jake and Tyler. The couch cushions were permanently indented from the nights they bent her over the armrest. Even the kitchen counter had seen her on her back more than once, her legs spread, as one of them buried in her throat while the other fucked her until she came so hard she knocked a plate off the edge. Marcus was supposed to come home that evening. His flight landed at seven and dinner was supposed to be ready by eight.She stood at the stove in a thin white blouse and dark jeans, stirring a pot of sauce. Behind her, the fridge door opened and closed. And then she heard Jake and Tyler’s footsteps. They boxed her in without a word.Jake’s chest pressed to her back. His hand slid around her waist and down, cupping her through the denim. “Dad’s almost here,” he murmured against her ear. “He’ll be here in a couple hours. You ready to play house again?”Claire’s breath hitched. “We sho
Claire cried out as the stretch burned in the best way. Jake was bigger and thicker than Marcus, and he didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her immediately with deep, hard strokes that made her tits bounce in Tyler’s face. Tyler reached up and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her clench around Jake’s cock.“Fuck,” Jake gritted out. “She’s so tight. It’s like her cunt doesn’t want to let me go.”Claire could only moan louder. Every thrust drove her forward so her mouth brushed the head of Tyler’s cock. She opened her mouth, took the head of his cock between her lips, and Tyler’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her down until she was choking on him while Jake fucked her from behind.They found a rhythm. Jake fucked into her hard enough that the wet slap of skin on skin filled the living room while Claire kept sucking and bobbing on Tyler’s cock, drooling, her eyes watering when he pushed deeper. Tyler’s hips lifted off the couch to fuck her t
CLAIREThe house felt different without her husband.Marcus had left that morning for a two-week conference on the other side of the country. The front door had barely clicked shut behind him before the air inside changed into something heavier and charged.Claire stood in the kitchen in a thin white top and booty shorts, the hem barely covering the curve of her ass. She wasn’t wearing panties. She never did when it was just her and the boys, but these boys weren’t just boys anymore.Jake was twenty-three. He had broad shoulders, dark hair that fell into his eyes, and had the same jawline as his father, but he always seemed meaner somehow when he looked at her. Tyler was twenty-one. He was leaner and quieter, with that soft mouth that always looked like it was about to say something filthy and then didn’t. They both lived at home. According to Marcus, they were “saving money.” But Claire knew better. She knew they stayed because of her.She poured herself a glass of wine, let the cold
The air in the living room had gone heavy and humid, thick with the smell of wet cunt and warm skin. Candles flickered low. Blankets were already twisted under shifting bodies. Moans overlapped in a low, continuous hum.Maya pulled back from between Nora’s thighs, lips shiny, chin slick. Nora lay sprawled and trembling, thighs still open, cunt flushed and glistening. Maya wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and reached for the small black bag Sofia had left near the edge of the blankets.“I packed for exactly this,” Sofia said, voice rough. She was on her back with Aisha’s mouth between her legs, one hand fisted in Aisha’s hair. “The purple one. The one with the thicker base.”Maya found it: a realistic purple strap-on, already fitted to a simple black harness. She stepped into the straps, tightening them around her hips until the dildo jutted out heavy and ready. The weight of it made her stand differently—shoulders back, eyes darker.Nora watched, chest rising and falling fast
The dishes were done. The second bottle of wine had been emptied, and a third bottle was cracked open, though no one was truly drinking anymore. The air in the living room had changed. It became thicker and warmer. The air carried the faint scent of skin and the low, restless energy of six bodies that knew exactly what was coming.Maya stood first. She didn’t make a speech. She simply walked to the center of the rug, where the blankets and pillows had already been dragged and arranged, and held out her hand to Nora.Nora rose without hesitation. The thin white tank top clung to her, nipples tight from the earlier conversation and anticipation. Maya’s fingers slid along her jaw, tilting her face up, and then their mouths met.The kiss was slow at first…with warm lips, the soft wet sound of tongues meeting, the quiet inhale Nora made when Maya’s teeth grazed her lower lip. Maya’s hand moved down, her palm flattening over the curve of Nora’s breast, dragging her thumb across the stiff ni
The lake house always smelled the same when they first arrived—old wood, a faint trace of last summer’s sunscreen, and the clean, slightly metallic scent of water carried in through the open windows. Six suitcases hit the floor in the entryway with soft thuds. Shoes were kicked off. Wine bottles clinked as they were set on the kitchen counter.Maya opened the first bottle before anyone had even claimed a bedroom. The cork came free with a low, satisfying pop. She poured generously into mismatched glasses and handed them around. They settled into the big living room the way they always did with limbs sprawled across the oversized couch, and bare feet tucked under thighs. Conversation drifted the way it always did to work complaints, a bad date Lena had endured, the new tattoo Sofia was still deciding on.Maya waited until the second glass had softened everyone’s edges and relaxed them.She set her drink down carefully on the low table and looked at each of them in turn. Nora, with he
The bell above the door shattered the quiet as three masked men burst in right after closing. My heart slammed against my ribs. I was still behind the counter, stacks of cash in my hands from the register."Empty it all. Now," the tallest one barked, his voice deep and commanding. He pointed the gu
SERAPHINAOnly when I’m limp and panting does he finally pull his fingers out and rise over me, eyes burning. His lips and chin are slick with my cum. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then reaches down and unbuckles his belt with deliberate movements.“Luca… you’re a priest,” I whispe
SERAPHINA “Fuck… look at you. Dripping all over my sister’s sheets while you fuck yourself to my picture.” His large hands grip the waistband of my shorts and panties. “Lift your hips.”In one smooth tug he peels both garments down my legs and tosses them aside, leaving me completely exposed from
SERAPHINAI’m sprawled across Gia’s bed like I own it, because I practically do. We were supposed to be waiting for Luca to get home, but Gia got dragged downstairs by her mom to help with something, leaving me alone with the quiet hum of the ceiling fan and the growing ache between my thighs.My e







