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HOUSEWIFE TEMPTATIONS(ii)
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THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION HOUSEWIFE TEMPTATIONS (IV)
MARTHA POVMartha’s eyes widened in utter frustration, her brows furrowed tightly as she bit her lower lip hard. All her fingers had succeeded in making her even more horny, her thighs clenching together involuntarily.Watching him work out was like watching live porn. So sexy, so…ahh, fucking sensual. Like his entire being was made of sex! She wondered what made him curse out earlier but he still hadn’t turned around so she’s safe?She adjusted her clothes with shaky hands and slipped out of the gym room, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Martha barely made it to her room when she felt a faint long, massive rodlike feeling—it twitched in between her ass cheeks, pressing insistently. Before she knew it, deep hot breath sprang on her neck, sending shivers racing down her spine.And then his voice: “Done masturbating to me already.”It came in deep and unexpected, his tone low and rumbling.Martha fumbled with the doorknob in panic and sprung forward away from him, her body trembl
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Martha stood rooted to her bedroom floor, staring first at Liam, then at the tray he held out, then back to his face.“Good morning, Martha,” he said, his eyebrow arching slightly. “Grace told me you skipped lunch yesterday, so I offered to bring your breakfast up.”“Oh, uh, no… I… I was just resting. I forgot to eat,” Martha stuttered, her cheeks burning as she quickly took the tray from his hands and slammed the door shut in his face.“I’m really sorry. I’m still not feeling like myself. Thank Grace for me,” she called through the closed door, her voice muffled.“Grace left this morning. It’s Friday.”Oh shit. Martha’s stomach dropped. She’d completely lost track of the days. Sliding down the door until she sat on the floor, she pressed her back against the wood. “Well… thanks anyway,” she said, loud enough to carry through, hoping he could hear her.It was absurd enough that he’d invaded her dreams. But fucking him in those dreams? That was worse. And now here he was, showing up at
THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION HOUSEWIFE TEMPTATIONS(ii)
“Good morning, ma’am,” Liam said, the words rolling out low and polite, almost cautious, as he stood in the kitchen doorway.Martha straightened from the counter, forcing a bright smile despite the heat creeping up her neck. “Good to see you,” she replied, stepping forward to offer her hand. “I’m really looking forward to having you work here, Liam.”“The pleasure’s all mine,” he answered, his larger hand enveloping hers in a firm, warm grip that lingered just a second longer than necessary.You shouldn’t go snooping in a married woman’s room. The thought hit her like a slap, but she kept her expression neutral. A faint blush still betrayed her, warming her cheeks. What if he’d heard her in the bathroom—the vibrator, the moans, everything? The wild possibilities raced through her mind, making her pulse quicken.“You went up to her room?!” Grace shot Liam a sharp, accusing glare, tugging hard on his arm.Martha cleared her throat, cutting in smoothly. “Well, that’s beside the point. I
THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION HOUSEWIFE TEMPTATION (I)
Martha paced the living room, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. She’d been calling Henry’s phone for the past ten minutes straight—no answer, just endless ringing. “Pick up the damn phone,” she muttered through gritted teeth, frustration boiling over as yet another call went to voicemail.She’d woken up that morning with an intense, aching hunger deep in her core. Her pussy clenched again, tight and insistent, like it had been doing all day. It felt like she could fuck anything that moved.“Ugh, I’m burning up inside… what the fuck is happening to me?”She slammed the house phone back onto its base and leaned her forehead against the cool wall, taking a deep breath. Then her eyes landed on the calendar hanging nearby. “Wait a minute,” she whispered, scanning the dates and doing the quick math in her head.Her hand flew to her forehead. Of course—I’m ovulating. That’s why I feel like a cat in heat.She shook her head, trying to shove away the filthy thoughts crowdi
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“Bless me…Father, for I have sinned against you.” My voice cracked before I even finished the sentence. My knees pressed hard on the worn kneeler, the wood giving a faint, protesting creak under my weight. The dim light filtering through the lattice painted faint shadows across my hands, trembling in my lap. I swallowed, throat dry. “It’s been seven years since my last confession.” He let out a low, rumbling hum from the other side, patient, waiting—like a predator savoring the pause before the strike. “I… I used to be a stripper. Four years on stage, under those pulsing lights, bodies grinding, cash raining down. The habit never really left me. It wasn’t just work… it was who I was. I craved the rush—the eyes on me, the power of making men beg. I loved getting fucked. I love massive cocks stretching my throat until I can’t breathe. I thought marriage would tame it. Engagement ring on my finger, vows looming… it only got worse. My husband’s sweet, gentle—too gentle. He doesn’t give
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“Fuck, he’s got another slut tonight,” I hissed under my breath, standing at my bedroom window in the pitch dark, my eyes glued to Roman—my ultimate fantasy fuck. That retired pornstar body of his, those ripped abs, massive chest, and that monstrous cock I’d dreamed about splitting me wide open.My eyes fluttered and rolled back a little as I slid my trembling hands down to my soaked thighs. “Oh shit, not yet,” I gasped softly, crawling onto the bed on shaky knees and yanking the nightstand drawer open with a rattle.“VRMMM–VRMMM.” The vibrator buzzed weakly, barely alive.“Fuck, one bar,” I groaned, pressing the heel of my hand to my forehead. “Forgot to charge it again.”I grabbed my thick, pink, veiny dildo instead—almost as big as his—and my binoculars from the drawer.“Let’s get filthy,” I purred low, licking my lips slow and hungry.I snatched the bottle of oil, dragged the chair right up to the open window—close enough that if he glanced over, he’d see every bare inch of me—and
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