FAZER LOGINHer spit was still drying on my dick, but now my old man was going down there to claim her.Driven by pure, reckless anger, I snuck down the steps, keeping entirely to the shadows.The laundry room door was cracked open, a sliver of bright fluorescent light cutting into the dark hallway. I peeked through the gap, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ached.Valerie was pinned against the vibrating washing machine. Her red minidress was pushed up to her waist, and my father was behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her."God, you're so tight, Valerie," my father grunted, his pace heavy and slow."Yes... Charles..." she whispered, her voice sounding forced, completely different from the raw moans she had given me in the kitchen. She looked toward the door, her glassy eyes scanning the darkness. For a split second, I swear she saw my shadow. Her fingers clawed at the cold metal of the washing machine, but she didn’t scream.I couldn't watch anymore. The sight of him ins
Dinner was pure torture.The dining table was long, made of polished dark wood that reflected the soft overhead lights. My father sat at the head of the table, completely engrossed in his own voice. Valerie sat directly to his right, which placed her right across from me."The London meetings were completely exhausting, Leo," my father said, cutting into his steak. "But the merger is finally moving forward. In fact, I have to fly out to Tokyo first thing tomorrow morning to finalize the contracts. This business never sleeps."I barely heard a word he said. My eyes were fixed on Valerie’s breasts.She had changed into a low-cut red minidress for dinner. Every time she breathed, her heavy, round chest strained against the fabric. She was completely aware of my intense stare. When my father turned his head to look at his phone, Valerie caught my eyes and gave me a wicked, slow smile.She leaned forward, deliberately resting her large, heavy breasts right on top of the wooden table. The p
I walked through the front door of the mansion, my muscles aching and my skin dripping with sweat. I had just finished a brutal two-hour workout at the gym, but the exhaustion did nothing to calm the fire in my blood. My testosterone was pumping, and my grey gym shorts were straining against the rock-hard erection I’d been fighting all day.And it was all because of her.Valerie. My thirty-two-year-old stepmother. My father had married her a year ago, mostly as a trophy to show off to his wealthy business partners before jetting off on endless international trips. He was currently in London, leaving the two of us completely alone in this massive, empty house.Valerie was stunning, and she knew it. She had wide hips, a tiny waist, and a pair of heavy, round breasts that constantly demanded attention. Ever since my father left, she had developed a habit of walking around the house in dangerously short silk gowns and tight minidresses. She claimed it was because the house was too warm, b
For a few seconds, nobody moved. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the soft hum of the studio lights. Dan stood at the edge of the stage, his eyes wide and locked onto my cock sliding out of Maya's wet lips. The front of his tight gym shorts was completely pushed out, a massive bulge pulsing hard right in front of us.Maya slowly let go of my shaft, a long string of spit connecting her lips to my wet head. She looked at Dan, a wicked, hungry smile spreading across her identical face."Well," Chloe purred, pulling her wet nipple out of my mouth and sitting up. Her eyes dipped straight to Dan's rock-hard bulge. "It looks like the assistant brought some extra equipment."Dan swallowed hard, his large chest heaving under his tight tank top. "I... I was just sent to help with the gear," he stammered, but he didn't take a single step backward."Then come here and help," I growled, my voice deep and thick with lust. The raw excitement of getting caught had made my cock throb even ha
Who the hell said you can't have fun at work?In the past four weeks, this place had become my own personal paradise. I still regularly recalled the first day with Elena—those perfect tits and the vanilla scent of her skin as she rode me on the leather chair. She had actually come back to the studio three times since that night, always choosing the late-end slots when my boss was gone, and she always left looking far more satisfied than the last time.But she wasn't the only one. Since that first day, a steady stream of gorgeous women had walked through those doors. Latinas with thick thighs, Black models with skin like silk and massive asses, girls with big tits who knew exactly how to use them. Every single one of them paid top dollar for their professional nude shoots, and I always made sure they got their money's worth—plus a little extra pleasure behind the scenes.Because of how much revenue I was bringing in, my boss had finally started trusting me to run the studio completely
I slid inside her, the tight, wet walls of her pussy stretching to welcome my erect dick. Elena let out a sharp, choked gasp as I buried myself balls-deep inside her from behind."Oh god, Julian," she whimpered, her head tossing back.I didn't give her time to adjust to my size. I gripped her narrow waist, my fingers digging into her oiled skin, and began to pull back and in, driving into her with a heavy, relentless speed. The wet, messy sounds of our skin slapping together filled the empty photography studio, echoing off the high ceilings. Every single thrust was deep, bottoming out against her cervix and turning her pale skin a flushed, heated pink."Fuck, you're so tight, Elena," I growled, my pace turning rougher."F-fuck me harder, intern," she pleaded, her voice breaking. She started bouncing her ass back against my groin, meeting every heavy thrust. I reached up and tangled my fingers into her dark hair, tugging her head back slightly so she had to look over her shoulder. I w







