MasukChloe’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
Noelle's POVI stood on the doorstep, the early evening air cool against my skin as I waited for the door to open. I didn't know why she was taking so much time to open the door again. The message from Noelle had been brief and very clear. I didn't even know she could text something so clean with no mistake. I adjusted the strap of my bag, trying to push down the memory of our last tutoring session, the stress. I know I brought this on myself, actually I just thought she was going to give it to me. Like Nora and Stella's. But instead she was fingering herself while she wasted my time.I couldn't wait any longer, I opened the door and what I saw was unbelievable again. Noelle fucking a man.Who the hell was that man? Her boyfriend? The door swung open and the man filled the frame, looking slightly disheveled. His shirt was wrinkled, hair mussed like someone had run their fingers through it. Behind him, Noelle hovered near the kitchen counter, her cheeks flushed pink, blouse slight
Enzo's POV I stood on the doorstep, the early evening air cool against my skin as I waited for the door to open. I didn't know why she was taking so much time to open the door again. The message from Noelle had been brief and very clear. I didn't even know she could text something so clean with no mistake. I adjusted the strap of my bag, trying to push down the memory of our last tutoring session, the stress. I know I brought this on myself. The door swung open and the man filled the frame, looking slightly disheveled. His shirt was wrinkled, hair mussed like someone had run their fingers through it. Behind him, Noelle hovered near the kitchen counter, her cheeks flushed pink, blouse slightly askew. “Sorry I'm early.” I said, keeping my voice steady even as my eyes flicked between them. Ezra's posture was relaxed but possessive, one hand still on the doorframe like he was claiming the space. Noelle's thighs pressed together as she shifted her weight, and I noticed the way
Noelle’s POV I stared at the message I had just sent Enzo, my thumb hovering over the screen. The text was short, direct, and exactly what Ezra had helped me craft.Please come for tutoring. Nothing that hinted at my nervous flutter in my stomach or the way my things pressed together every time I pictured Enzo walking through our front door again. Ezra stood behind me, arms sliding around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder as he read over the message. “Looks good, baby. He won't be able to say no to that.”I leaned back against his chest, letting his warmth settle my nerves. “Honey.. do you think Enzo will accept my apology?” I communicated in our origin language.“Oh, yes.” Ezra murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. His hands tightened around me, pulling me closer until my ass fit perfectly against the front of his slacks. I smiled at the familiar feel of him, the way he always knew exactly how to ground me when my thoughts started spinning.“You're so kind.” I whispe







