เข้าสู่ระบบMy name is Quinn. I’m twenty-two. My trainer is Ronan. Thirty-four. He has watched me in the mirror for weeks and never let it become more than a hand on my hip. Tonight the gym is closed. The last client left. He should have locked the door and walked me out.“You’re still here,” he said. Lights half off. The air was cool on my skin. “Go. I’ll finish.”“Or you can stay.”He looked at the empty floor. Then at my mouth. “If I stay, the door stays locked. No one walks in.”“Lock it.”He did. The click was small. My chest was not. I had stayed because of the way he looked at my legs when I squatted.“What do you want?” I asked.“You over that bench. My cock in you. I won’t finish inside you. Say the word and I open the door.”“Ask properly.”“Please. Let me bend you over and fuck you. I’ll pull out. I’ve wanted this since you started staying late.”“Then do it.”He turned me. I put my hands on the bench. The vinyl was cold under my palms. He pushed my shorts down. I was already wet. He r
My name is Lila. I’m twenty. My professor is Dr. Hale. Thirty-nine. He has stayed after class for weeks and never let it become more than a hand on the desk. Tonight the last student left. He should have locked the door and walked me out.“You’re still here,” he said. Screen off. “Go. I’ll finish.”“Or you can stay.”He looked at the empty room. Then at my mouth. “If I stay, the door stays locked. No one walks in.”“Lock it.”He did. The click was small. My chest was not. I had stayed because of the way he looked at my legs when I sat in the front row.“What do you want?” I asked.“You on that desk. My cock in you. I won’t finish inside you. Say the word and I open the door.”“Ask properly.”“Please. Let me feel you ride me. I’ll pull out. I’ve wanted this since you started staying late.”“Sit.”He sat on the edge of the desk. I pulled my skirt up and climbed onto his lap, facing him. His cock was already hard, hot, wet at the tip. I looked down. I stroked him once, then sank. It stre
My name is Nora. I’m twenty-two. My step-uncle is Marcus. Forty-three. He is visiting for the weekend. He has looked at me when he passed the kitchen and never said more than goodnight. Tonight I got up for water. He was already there. He should have stayed in his room.“You’re still up,” he said. Glass in his hand. “Go back to bed.”“Or you can stay.”He looked at the empty kitchen. Then at my mouth. “If I stay, the door stays shut. No one walks in.”“Shut it.”He did. The click was small. My chest was not. I had stayed because of the way he looked at my legs when I stood by the fridge.“What do you want?” I asked.“You over that counter. My cock in you. I won’t pull out. Say the word and I open the door.”“Ask properly.”“Please. Let me fuck you raw. I’ll cum inside you. I’ve wanted this since I got here.”“Then do it.”He turned me. I put my hands on the counter. He pushed my shorts down. I was already wet. He rubbed the head of his cock against me, then pushed in. It stretched. De
My name is Tess. I’m twenty-one. The call started at midnight. He is a stranger. I have never seen his face in real life. Tonight I locked my door. I opened the camera. I pulled my shirt up. I looked at myself on the screen.I was already wet. I spread my legs. I watched my fingers slide through my pussy. I pushed one finger in. Then two. I moved them slow, then faster. My other hand stayed on my clit. I watched my face on the screen. My mouth was open. My eyes stayed on my hand.“Look at me,” I said. My voice was low. “I’m dripping. You like watching.”I fucked myself harder. The wet sound was loud. My hips moved. My tits bounced. I kept my eyes on the screen. I wanted him to see everything. My fingers went deep. My thumb stayed on my clit. I came shaking, legs tight, a broken sound leaving my mouth. My hand was soaked. I did not pull it out. I stayed on the bed, watching myself on the screen, fingers still inside me, wet running down my thigh.I moved the phone closer. My breath fog
My name is Riley. I’m twenty-two. The dildo is thick. I bought it this afternoon. Tonight I locked my door. I stood in front of the mirror in nothing but a shirt. I pulled the shirt up. I looked at myself.I was already wet. I rubbed the head of the dildo against my pussy. It was cold at first. I watched it in the mirror. I pushed it in slow. It stretched. Deep. I moved it in and out. The wet sound was loud. My other hand stayed on my clit. I watched my face. My mouth was open. My eyes stayed on the place where the dildo disappeared.“Look at you,” I said to the mirror. My voice was low. “You’re taking it. You’re dripping on it.”I fucked myself harder. My hips moved. My tits bounced. I kept my eyes on the glass. I wanted to see everything. The dildo went deep. My thumb stayed on my clit. I came shaking, legs tight, a broken sound leaving my mouth. The dildo was still inside me. I did not pull it out. I stayed standing, watching myself, wet running down the toy and onto my hand.I ste
My name is Anderson. I’m twenty-four. The bar closed an hour ago. Three men stayed in the parking lot. They had been looking at me all night and never said more than the price of a drink. I should have gone home. I stayed.“You’re still here,” the tall one said. He leaned on his bike. The leather of his jacket creaked. “You can leave.”“Or I can stay.”He looked at the empty lot. Then at my mouth. The night air was cool on my skin. “If you stay, no one else walks up. Say the word and we stop.”“I want all three.”The second man stepped closer. The third stayed by the bike. I dropped to my knees between them. The concrete was cold under my knees. The tall one opened his jeans. His cock was already hard, hot, wet at the tip. I looked at it. I licked the head, tasting salt, then took him in. Slow. Deep. He held my hair. The grip was tight. I sucked him until my eyes watered and my jaw ached. He pulled out and the second man stepped in. I took him the same way. He was thicker. I gagged on







