เข้าสู่ระบบThe walk to the principal’s office felt endless. Blake walked beside me but neither of us said a word. My heart was still beating too fast from the bathroom, and every time I blinked I heard that soft camera click again. The hallway was almost empty. Just our footsteps and the low buzz of the lights. Principal Markham’s secretary looked up when we came in and nodded at the closed door. “He’s waiting for you. Go straight in.” Blake opened it and let me walk through first. His dad sat behind the big desk with one folder open in front of him. He didn’t look up right away. The silence stretched so long that my palms started to sweat. When he finally raised his eyes, he looked at Blake, then at me, then back at Blake again. Slow. Heavy. “Close the door.” Blake closed it. Principal Markham leaned back in his chair and folded his hands. “I heard the two of you left tryouts and vanished for a good while. The old bathrooms on that side of the building aren’t on the way to anywher
Cheer tryouts were held in the main gym after the last bell on the next day at school. The bleachers were half full of people with nowhere better to be. The hockey team had finished practice early and taken the top rows, still in their practice jerseys, watching the floor the way they always did, like the building belonged to them. I stretched on the sideline with the other girls and tried to keep my face neutral. My body felt different today, looser in some places and tighter in others. Every time I bent forward I remembered the night before. Every time I glanced up I caught one of them looking at me with lust. Jessica Hale stood two mats over. Her ponytail was perfect and her smile was the kind that never reached her eyes. She had always been close to the hockey captains and the upperclassmen who ran the team’s social circle. Being near them was currency, and she guarded it carefully. She had never liked how easily I moved in and out of that same circle and how the four of the
Reid’s mouth was already between my thighs before I finished the thought. He dragged his tongue up the center of my panties like he was tasting something he’d waited years for. The thin cotton was soaked. He didn’t bother pulling them aside at first—just pressed his mouth against the wet fabric and sucked, hard enough that the pressure made my hips jerk. “Fuck—” The word tore out of me. Blake’s tongue was still in my mouth, slow and deep, swallowing the sound. Finn and Owen had my wrists pinned above my head against the arm of the sectional, not rough, just firm. Their free hands stayed on my breasts, thumbs circling, pinching, rolling my nipples until they ached. Reid finally hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and yanked them down my legs. Someone—Owen, I think—pulled them the rest of the way off and tossed them somewhere behind the couch. Cool air hit my bare pussy for half a second before Reid’s mouth covered me completely. No teasing. No gentle exploration. He
I had the basement to myself most weeknights. My mother worked nights at the hospital, so the house stayed quiet except for the low murmur of the television and the occasional clack of controllers. Tonight four of my friends had stayed after the others left. We were sprawled across the old sectional, taking turns at a racing game none of us were particularly good at. But it was a good distraction, if not the worst since all of them had asked me out me in the past, and I'd seen some of their nudes. Reid lost another round and tossed the controller onto the cushion. “Somebody else. I’m done getting wrecked.” I reached for it, but before I could get it, Finn’s hand closed over mine and snapped the console. “Nope. it's turn.” A second later the controller was gone and three bodies were on top of me, laughing, pinning my wrists and knees. I twisted underneath them. “Get off, you assholes...” Hands found my ribs. Tickling me and pressing on my hardened nipples, but I bucked
I never imagined myself becoming the girl who would go there, yet the memories keep burning through me and my pulse still races whenever they surface. My name is Lily. I am twenty. Uncle Derek was always the forbidden one in the family, my father’s younger brother who arrived at every barbecue with travel stories and that easy smile that pulled laughter out of everyone. Fifteen years older, built solid from years on construction sites, dark hair starting to gray at the temples, and blue eyes that had begun lingering on me longer than they should once I left childhood behind. It began under the cover of ordinary concern. My parents were fighting nonstop over money and the long hours Dad spent at the office. They booked a weekend away to try fixing things and left me alone in the big suburban house. Uncle Derek lived only a few towns over, so they asked him to look in on me and stay in the guest room if the place felt too empty. I was a college student home for the summer, le
She’d been fucked and filmed by her cousin Julian and several of their friends before. Today, her best friend Tessy had set her up with a guy who produced videos for the darker corners of the web.Martin lifted Yvonne’s legs high, spreading her thighs wide. The petite 24-year-old’s firm ass lifted off the mattress as her toned 5’2” body arched beneath him.“Guide the head of my cock to your asshole,” Martin instructed, his voice thick with lust.“Okay,” Yvonne giggled, smiling up at the rugged man in his mid-60s. From the corner of her eye she saw Oscar holding the camera steady. She’d fooled around with Julian, Tessy, and their circle many times on camera, but this was different. Today she was shooting her first real porn video with professionals.It had been Tessy’s idea. Her hot best friend had hyped her up: “You’re going to be a star, Yvonne. Guys all over the world are going to watch you, want you… just like the rest of us do.”On the dorm room bed they’d turned into a makeshift
I shivered hard as he said this. "I love it when you call me a bitch...daddy." My nipples tightened into aching peaks under the thin fabric of my dress, as my heavy tits heaved with every shallow breath I took, begging for his attention. Fred’s sharp green eyes were locked on my deep cleavage l
Growing up chubby or plus size gave me the early opportunity to be a bully of some kind.Not really a wicked bully like you think but a bully in terms of snatching what belongs to my friends.Men had always looked at my breasts since I was twelve and by the time I was 21, you could mistake me for
I woke up the next morning with Brian’s cum still crusted on my inner thighs. My pussy throbbed every time I moved, that deep fucked-out ache that made me bite my lip just remembering how angry he’d been while pounding me. I lay there staring at the ceiling, heart doing stupid little flips. Las
The director finally yelled “Cut!” and the bright studio lights suddenly felt blinding. My body was still buzzing, thighs shaky, pussy pulsing from that last intense ride. Brian looked wrecked — chest heaving, face flushed, cock still rock hard and angry. “Excellent work, you two! That raw ene







