LOGINI never meant to become obsessed with the woman on the other side of the thin wall that separated our apartments. Her name was Misha. I learned it the first week she moved in—heard it shouted through the plaster when her friends helped her carry boxes. She had a low, smoky laugh that carried, the kind that made my skin prickle even when I was trying to concentrate on work. Then came the sounds. At first it was just music—darkwave, synth-heavy, vibrating through the shared wall at midnight. Then the occasional sharp crack of leather against skin. A woman’s gasp. A murmured command. Always female voices. Always late. I told myself I was imagining things. I was twenty-eight, single, overworked, and clearly projecting. But one night the moans turned into something unmistakable: a long, broken whimper followed by a firm “Good girl,” and then silence. My hand was already between my legs before I could talk myself out of it. After that, I started noticing her in the hallway. Misha was t
“Suck it, you little slut,” Johnson barked, gripping my hair tight, forcing my throat to take him deeper. I gagged, tears streaming down my cheeks, saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth as he face-fucked me relentlessly. My jaw ached, but the burn only made my pussy clench harder around Ryder. “That’s it, cry for us, kitten,” Ryder taunted, thrusting hard, each slam making my tits bounce and my breath hitch in pain-mixed pleasure.I whimpered around Johnson’s cock, the vibration making him groan and thrust faster, his balls slapping my chin.Ryder pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whining, but before I could beg, he flipped me onto my back. Johnson straddled my chest, his knees pinning my arms, cock slamming back into my mouth. “Deep throat it all, bitch,” he ordered, pushing until my nose was buried in his pubes. I choked, throat convulsing, tears blurring my vision as I fought for air. Ryder spread my legs wide, slapping my pussy hard—once, twice—the wet smacks making
6:04pm.“Girls, be snappy! We need to get there early—I heard someone popular is coming, don’t know who. So let’s beat the long queue!” Tess yelled.“I’m coming… just have to… argh, let these heels fit!” I groaned, struggling for a second.“I’ll book an Uber now—bills on you today, Victoria,” Tess added.“Hey! Not fair, why me?!” Victoria yelled.“Last time was Linda, remember?” Tess shot back.“Okay, whatever!” Victoria huffed, rolling her eyes.I glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting my body-hugging mini gunmetal gown.Checked my ass—well-packed, round and juicy, begging to be grabbed. Clockit.Yep, all good. I muttered.I grabbed my black coach bag, “I’m ready, girls!” I yelled.“Me too… me too!” Victoria called back.“Perfect timing—the driver’s here,” Tess said.In the car.Babes, we have to take lots of selfies,” Tess said, buckling her seatbelt, her fingers lingering on the strap. “This might be the last hangout we get for a while.”“I don’t know what plans my dad has for
“Victoria, Tess, Linda… bitches, I’m freaking out!”I flopped onto the couch, legs spread wide like I was still riding Ryder’s dick. “Tell me why this nigga’s cock is so fucking sweet—thick, veiny, black perfection—and the bastard can’t even last seven damn minutes!”“O… M… FUCKING… G!” Victoria squealed, clutching her chest. “Seven minutes? Girl, that’s criminal!”“Deadass?” Linda gasped, slapping her thigh. “Seven minutes of that monster dick and he’s already nutting? Bitch, I’d cry!”“Yesterday was a whole-ass movie,” I groaned, throwing my head back. “I’m never looking at his fine ass again. Mr. ‘I’ll ruin your pussy’ turned out to be a damn speed demon.”Tess bit her lip, cheeks flushed. “Okay… don’t kill me, but… I might know the feeling.”I whipped my head around. “Spill, hoe. Who?”She shrugged, playing with her hair. “Some dude from the field. Evening vibes. He was begging—‘Tess, I’m so hard, just let me slide in real quick’—and I was horny, so… twelve minutes later? Bro bust
“I really want this one.” I slumped back in the chair, my fingers clawing at my swollen tits, pinching those stiff nipples. I shoved my hand down to my dripping cunt, rubbing my clit in sloppy circles—wet sounds filling the room as I groaned, replaying every filthy second with him. “Fuck, he’s too perfect,” I growled, fingers plunging inside my greedy hole, hips bucking, eyes rolling back as I chased that nasty orgasm. Then a giggle—sharp, girly—cut through the haze. I jolted upright, yanking my skirt down over my sticky thighs, heart hammering. Shit. Someone’s in here. In the washroom, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. “Hmm, I hope he keeps his mouth damn shut,” I muttered, wiping the slick from my fingers onto a paper towel. “Last thing I need is these boys finding my OnlyFans.” I exhaled, fixing my hair. Now I have to chase after him. He’s got that cocky ego that drives me wild. I’d chase him if that’s what he wants—I don’t mind. I’d be his naughty little whore. It’s be
Layla’s POVI’m Layla, 21, living with my dad.He’s the coach of Titan Blades Academy—the best hockey program in all of Indiana.Single and ready to mingle.Except it’s not that easy. My dad has one rule: “No one touches my daughter.” And somehow, all the players actually listen.They should. My dad’s energy is terrifying. But still—I want them all. And they want me too.I’ve got everything a man could ever want in a woman. I’m sexy, and my pussy is juicy. It’s never dry. Always wet and aching for some thick cock.But my dad is the ultimate cockblock.It feels like I’m trapped in fucking celibacy.It’s draining. Yeah—I’m a damn good cock rider. But it’s been a whole year since I last rode one.My ex-boyfriend Bryce cheated on me while I was away for just two weeks taking an exam.Just two fucking weeks!He’s a sex addict.But damn, I miss his cock. No man I’ve ever fucked made my pussy throb the way he did, no matter how hard they tried.But hell no—I can’t forget he cheated on me wit







