LOGINValentina stumbled out of the club bathroom, the bass still thumping in her veins, her short silver dress riding up her thighs from all the dancing. The place was packed with bodies and overpriced drinks, the kind of night where everything felt possible until it didn’t. She’d been grinding on some guy earlier, laughing loud, when another man caught her eye across the VIP section. Tall, sharp suit, dark eyes that didn’t blink. He’d watched her calm and gentle. She didn’t remember much after that. A strong hand on her elbow guiding her toward a private exit, the smell of expensive cologne. Then nothing. Now she woke up on a massive bed in a room that looked like money had fucked architecture. Floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city lights sprawled out far below. No balcony access she could see. The door looked heavy as hell. Her wrists were cuffed to the headboard with soft leather, not too tight but no getting loose. Panic hit her as She yanked hard, cursing in Portuguese
Riley wiped the dust off her camera lens for the third time in ten minutes and cursed under her breath. The rental car had kicked up half the county road on the way in, and now her black jeans and tank top already looked like she’d rolled in the dirt. She was supposed to be shooting a quick feature on “modern family farms.” Two days, in and out. Instead she was standing in front of Caleb Hart’s place with her bag at her feet and zero cell service. The farmhouse was old but solid--white paint faded by sun, wraparound porch sagging a little on one end. Fields stretched out forever behind it, golden wheat swaying under the late afternoon sky. A big, broad-shouldered man came out of the barn, wiping his hands on a rag. Jeans worn at the knees, flannel sleeves rolled up, ball cap pulled low. Even from a distance she could see the muscle earned from real work, not a gym. “Caleb Hart?” she called. He stopped, looked her over slow. “You the photographer lady from the city.” Not a questio
The last full night hit different. Mom and Dad decided to throw a little goodbye party on the deck—invited the neighbors from down the beach, fired up the grill again, put out snacks and a couple bottles of cheap champagne. Music played low from Dad’s phone speaker, some old beach rock shit. String lights twinkled overhead, and the ocean crashed steady in the background like it had the whole week. Riley wore this short white sundress that made her legs look endless. Thin straps, no bra for me,I knew, and I knew from a quick bathroom grab earlier she had nothing on underneath. Every time she moved I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric. She caught me staring across the deck and gave me that smirk, the one that said she knew exactly what she was doing. The parents were in full social mode, laughing with the neighbors, refilling drinks, talking about how this vacation had been “just what we all needed.” If only they knew how much Riley and I had needed it too. In
The next couple days turned into this constant tightrope walk of sneaking around while trying to act normal. The pool day had cracked something open between us, and now we were both starving for more. Every glance across the room felt like foreplay. Every accidental brush in the hallway made my skin burn. The parents were clueless, wrapped up in their own romantic getaway bullshit, but the risk of getting caught made everything ten times hotter. And ten times scarier. The morning after the pool, Mom and Dad headed out for one of their long beach walks with a picnic basket and a bottle of wine. “You two behave yourselves,” Mom said with a wink as they left. If only she knew. The second their figures left, down the sandy path, Riley grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the outdoor shower off the deck. “Come on. Before they change their minds and come back.” The stall was nothing fancy, just weathered wood planks, a slatted door that didn’t latch right, and a big rainfall showerh
The next morning the parents announced their big winery tour like it was the highlight of the whole vacation. Dad had booked some fancy tasting package with lunch and everything. “You kids okay holding down the fort?” Mom asked, already grabbing her big sun hat and tote bag. “Yeah, we’ll be fine,” I said, trying not to sound too eager. Riley was leaning against the kitchen counter in a loose tank and sleep shorts, sipping coffee. She gave a little shrug and a half-smile. “We’ll find something to do.” The second their rental car disappeared down the driveway, the house felt different, like the air itself knew what was coming. Riley set her mug down and looked at me across the kitchen island. “So… what now?” I crossed the space between us in three steps, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her hard. No almost this time. No interruption. She melted into it immediately, hands fisting in my t-shirt, tongue sliding against mine. We bumped into the counter, knocking a spoon onto t
The storm rolled in on day four like it had been waiting for us. By late afternoon the sky turned that ugly greenish-gray, wind whipping the palm trees around the house like they owed it money. Rain started hammering the roof right after dinner—thick sheets that made the windows rattle. The power flickered once, twice, then died completely with a loud pop somewhere outside. “Great,” Dad muttered, digging out flashlights from a kitchen drawer. “Guess we’re roughing it tonight.” Mom laughed it off, already a little buzzed from the wine they’d had with the pasta. “Adventure, right? We’ll light some candles and play cards or something.” They grabbed a couple of flashlights and a bottle of whiskey and went upstairs to the master bedroom pretty early. “Don’t stay up too late, you two,” Mom called down the stairs. Yeah. Sure. Riley and I ended up in the little game room off the living room. It had an old couch, a beat-up pool table, and some board games on a shelf. We dragged in a
Mike hit record on his phone and the red light blinked on. I was still sprawled on my back in my old pink bed, legs wide open, and cum already pouring out of my pussy and ass in thick white soaky globs. My tits were covered in it too. I looked like a used-up whore, and the four of them were star
They carried me up the stairs. Mike in front with my legs wrapped around his waist, his cum still leaking out of my pussy and dripping down my thighs with every step. Rick, Dave, and Paul followed close behind, cocks out and hard again, slapping against their thighs. My old bedroom door was alread
They didn’t even let me catch my breath. Ryan grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed while Tyler climbed on, shoving his thick cock straight into my mouth. I gagged instantly as he forced it down my throat, balls slapping my chin. “Fuck yes, choke on it, you drunk little party
*New Collection ....... The bass was so loud it vibrated in my chest. I was already way too drunk. I’d come to this frat party alone to forget my breakup, and I’d been slamming shots like they were water. Now, the room spun, my short black dress clung to my sweaty skin, riding up my thighs ev







