INICIAR SESIÓNThe 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
Prologue They’re four characters in this episode: me, the narrator—Mitchelle, a 19-year-old Latino pornstar. My 21-year-old best friend, Adele, an ebony OnlyFans celebrity, and our boyfriends—my boyfriend Dave, he’s a robotic engineer, and Adele’s boyfriend Duke, a poet. Dave’s 27, Duke’s 28. You must be wondering how these nerds pulled baddies. Yeah, it’s surprising to me and Adele too. Well, we’re all busy with our lives. It’s summer, and we planned a meetup. Since that’s the only time we’re a bit free. We went to the Bahamas for a little vacation—a yacht trip. Enjoy the teasing story. Muah! Bahamas Yacht Dare: Couple Swap Gone Wild “You’re up next, babe,” I muttered, rubbing his goatee. He spun the bottle. It landed on Adele. I chirped, clapping my hands in excitement. “So, truth or dare?” my man asked Adele. I whispered, “Dare, dare, dare!” She glanced at me and laughed. “Dare,” she said, her expression unreadable. “Yesss!” I yelled, clapping harder. “I dare yo
I walked into the clinic the next week with my stomach in knots and my heart hammering way too loud. No matter how many times I told myself I was only here for “treatment,” my body wasn’t buying it. My legs felt shaky as I approached the front desk.The assistant smiled politely. “Miss Alya, welcome back. Dr. Yuu will see you right away.”I stopped her before she could buzz him. “Wait… can I ask you something? He mentioned mirror worship last time. Is it… really worth it? It sounds kind of scary.”She gave a soft, knowing chuckle. “A lot of patients feel nervous at first. But most of them come back asking for more.” She tilted her head with a little smile. “I’ll let him know you’re here.”A moment later, I heard his deep voice from down the hall.“Huh? What’s that about?”Dr. Yuu stepped into the waiting area looking unfairly relaxed and handsome in that dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The second his eyes met mine, a small smile curved his lips.“Ahh… Miss Alya,” he said warmly







