Mag-log inCamille’s POVSaturday afternoons in the city had always belonged to me.Not because I had anywhere particularly important to be, but because I liked the feeling of having nowhere I had to be.I spent the morning moving from one shop to another, picking up things I didn't necessarily need and convincing myself that they were investments.A new notebook, two novels, a pair of earrings, a coat I had promised myself I wouldn't buy.I bought the coat.By the time I stepped out of the last store, my hands were full of shopping bags and I was already regretting how much I had spent.Still, I smiled.There was something satisfying about walking through the city alone, dressed exactly how I wanted, listening to the noise around me without having to participate in it.My life has changed considerably since high school. Back then, everything had been about grades. And there had been one person who somehow managed to make every competition ten times more irritating.Lorenzo.I hadn't thought ab
Enzo’s POVI stared at her, my mind glitching as it tried to remember the woman standing before me.Fuck, how was this possible?Back in highschool, she had been a skeletal thing. Awkward, thin and frankly unremarkable in every way that mattered to a teenage boy. We had four years fighting over every grade and class positions.But the woman standing infront of the bookstore looked like an entirely different creature.She had filled out in all the right places. She was plump, her breasts were full, straining against her top and her waist had become slimmer into a narrow curve that led down to hips that. She looked like a living sculpture of femininity.What the hell was she doing here? I wondered. Was she attending university in the city? Or did she have a job around?As if sensing my gaze, she turned and spotted me. A slow smile spread across her lips. She began to walk toward us, her gait emphasized the curve of her hips.She was wearing a charcoal grey tailored wool coat, draped op
Enzo’s POV Back at my apartment, the afternoon light was filtering through the grey clouds, casting a glow over the room. The air was still, but my blood was anything but.I was still hard as fuck, my cock throbbing with a relentless heavy pulse that refused to subside. It wasChloe.Leaving her in the middle of it had been the most satisfying part of the day. Seriously, there were moments when the instinct to simply give in almost overwhelmed me. I had wanted to sink my teeth into her, to eat her open and drink in every drop until she was shaking and sobbing beneath me.I hadn't stepped foot in that house merely for the sake of tutoring. I wanted to dismantle her composure, piece by piece, and I had every intention of seeing my project through to the end.I let out a sharp breath and slid my hand beneath the waistband of my trousers. My fingers closed around my length, gripping the thick pulsing heat of myself. I began to stroke a slow rhythm, my eyes drifting shut as I conjured the
Chloe’s POVI woke up with her fingers still sticky between my legs.I’d fallen asleep naked after fingering myself the night before, and the sheets were damp under my ass. I stretched, my nipples hard from the cool air, and rolled onto my back.My pussy throbbed with that familiar ache I got when I dont get fucked properly. That guy from yesterday had been decent, but my mom’s voice had cut everything short before I could cum. I hated that feeling, being left hanging, wet and frustrated.I grabbed my phone. Three texts from the guy I'd kicked out the back door. I deleted them without reading. I didn’t need some random dude blowing up my phone. I needed to get off again, Then my mom’s voice echoed from downstairs.“Chloe! Breakfast!”“Fuck off.” I muttered, but i dragged myself out of bed anyway. I didn’t bother with underwear. Just pulled on a cropped tank that barely covered my tits and a pair of tiny shorts that rode up my ass. My mom hated when I dressed like this.Good. That's
Chloe POVAfter that day at the club, I broke up with my boyfriend. It wasn't an easy decision. I spent days replaying everything in my head, wondering if I'd made the right choice. But deep down, I knew things between us hadn't been the same for a while.That day Enzo had shown me how my boyfriend was rocking another girl, I felt so embarrassed. When I finally told him, he was quiet for a long moment.“So that's it?” Heasked.I nodded. “Yeah. I think it's better this way.”He wasn't even hurt, he just walked away. Now back to present, I straddled the guy on my bed, my skirt bunched around my waist. I rode him hard, grinding down on his cock while my nails dug into his chest.“Fuck, you're so deep.” I moaned, bouncing faster. Sweat slicked her thighs as I slammed down again and again. The guy gripped my hips, thrusting up to meet me. “Yeah, just like that.” I gasped, head thrown back. My pussy clenched around him, wet sounds filling the room with every slap of skin. I was close
Enzo’s POVMy breath came ragged as I sat on the couch, palm pressed hard against the front of my jeans again.My cock was already thickening, the memory of Noelle’s slick thighs and Ezra’s possessive grip refusing to fade. I unzipped once more, freed myself and started stroking with a tighter fist, slower this time, savoring every filthy detail I could drag back up.I pictured the moment Ezra had pushed Noelle forward over the kitchen table, skirt flipped up, panties yanked aside. Ezra’s thick cock had driven into her without warning, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet room.Noelle had moaned openly, eyes locked on the kitchen cabinet while her husband fucked her in front of me without them knowing.Cum had leaked around Ezra’s shaft with every thrust, dripping onto the floor in shiny strings.I had watched her pussy stretch and clench, watched Ezra’s hand wrap around her throat to keep her still while he pounded deeper.My fist moved faster.I imagined stepping closer, close en







