登入I flipped the sign to “closed”and locked the bakery door, my shaved pussy already clenching with raw horniness as I strode to the back. Toria was already bent over the cold steel table, her apron hiked up high, her shorts tangled around her ankles, her hairy pussy—wet. “Fuck the croissants, fuck me first,” she growled, spreading her puffy, pierced pussy lips wide with two fingers, the ring exposing the pink, dripping wetness inside. I snatched the vibrating strap-on from the drawer, buckled it tight around my hips, the thick silicone cock buzzing hard and insistent against my own throbbing clit. “Bend lower, you filthy bitch,” She dropped to her elbows immediately, her round ass arching up high, begging for it. I grabbed the milk carton and poured it straight over her crack in a cold, white river running down her slit, soaking her hairy folds and making her shiver as she moaned low. “Shit, Nina, lick it off me now.” I knelt behind her, pressing my tongue flat and wide, lapping
“Have we made any sales today?” I asked Toria—my best friend and cousin—who was staring blankly at the display case, lost in her thoughts. I tapped her shoulder firmly. “Toria! You need to stay focused, mama. We’ll lose customers, and it’d be a loss to us—the pastries would obviously get spoiled. No one’s going to buy spoiled things, duh. Get your ass up.” “So easy for you to say,” she muttered, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, her eyes narrowing. “ I’ve lost three fucking relationships in the space of seven months, and you expect me to stay focused in this damn bakery? Bro, I was the one feeding us while I was in a relationship. So why don’t you do the selling, Nina? I’ve done my part. I can’t keep working myself over twenty bucks every day.” “Oh, really? That’s how it is now, bitch?” I scoffed, my hands balling into fists at my sides as I leaned forward. “No, no, this must be a damn fucking joke. Did you just have the audacity to say ‘you fed us’? Bro, you’re such an ungr
The director stepped up, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick cock, already rock-hard. “Move over, Norman. Let me taste this whore’s juice.” He dropped to his knees, shoving Norman’s hand away and burying his face between my thighs. His tongue flicked my clit fast, then plunged inside me, eating me out like he was starving. I moaned loud, grabbing his hair. “Oh fuck, yes, tongue-fuck my sloppy cunt, you nasty bastard!” My slick poured down his chin as he slurped my swollen lips, ramming three thick fingers deep, twisting and stretching my tight hole. My thighs quivered; I was right on the edge. Norman stroked his cock, watching us. “She’s gonna squirt, man. Look at her twitch.” He pinched my nipples hard, making me cry out. The director hummed against my clit. His palm rubbed my swollen nub hard and fast while three fingers pounded my soaked pussy, knuckles slapping in and out. My walls throbbed tight around him. “Cum on my face, bitch—drench me,” he growled. I broke. M
“No one to bail your ass out? Huh. Then fuck me… so you can be free.”“Cut, cut, cut,” the director said. “You need to stay more focused. You’re stroking your cock too early,” he added.“Well, I’m Tilda Falls. It’s Halloween, and we’re shooting a cosplay porn show. You must be wondering, is she a pornstar? Yes, definitely. I am. Popularly known on Pornhub. I’d be playing the role of a cop—the sexy cop, most definitely—and here, Norman is the criminal, wearing the prisoner fit.”“1, 2, 3, shoot,” the director called.“Hey yo, it’s visiting day. Got anyone to call, to come visit?” I asked, peeping through the prison door.He exhaled. “No, I don’t have a family. My mom’s dead. My father is currently in a coma. I’m the only child. My girlfriend broke up with me,” Norman said, his voice low.“Oh, that’s sad. The weather is a bit cold. Want something to warm you up?” I said, biting my lower lips. “Today is a special day, you know. All the officers are unavailable. I’m left here… just becaus
“Fuck, yes,” she breathed. “Grind on me like you mean it. Show me how bad you need this pussy.” I thrust up, matching her rhythm, our folds slipping and smearing together in a messy, building friction. It was raw, urgent—her heat against mine, the way her juices mixed with my own, dripping down our thighs. She leaned back on her elbows, watching us connect, her full breasts heaving with each roll of her hips. “Look at that,” she said, voice dripping with heat. “Our cunts kissing. Bet you’ve been dreaming of this all night.” “Every second,” I admitted, my voice breaking as I circled my hips harder, chasing that spark where our clits rubbed. The pressure built fast, aggressive waves of pleasure that made me clench inside. Adele’s hand found my thigh, squeezing, then sliding up to slap my ass—sharp, stinging, but it only made me buck wilder. “Harder,” I begged. “Slap me again. Make it hurt good.” She obliged, her palm cracking against my skin twice more, the sound echoing wet and filt
“Harder, yes! Harder, Daddy!” I screamed, my voice raw and desperate as Duke stretched me wide from behind, his thick cock slamming into me like he owned every inch of my dripping pussy. The backshot had me arched perfectly, ass up, face down, my curves jiggling with every brutal thrust. He was relentless, yanking his hips back just to plow in deeper, his balls slapping against my swollen clit, sending sparks of filthy pleasure shooting through my core. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby girl,” he growled low, his voice all gravel and hunger, one hand fisting my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. I could feel him throbbing inside me, stretching my walls until I was a quivering mess, my juices slicking us both, dripping down my thighs. God, it was nasty— the way he owned me, pounding like he was trying to break me in half, my moans turning into these high-pitched whimpers that echoed in my ears. Then, beep. His smartwatch lit up, vibrating against my ass cheek lik







