LOGINClaire laid there, frozen in her living room, her heart slamming against her ribs so fuckin loud she heard it in her ears. Her body was still buzzing from the orgasm she’d just had while watching Jackson. Her fingers were sticky with her own cum, her thighs glistening, and her pussy wouldn’t stop twitching. Three more heavy knocks landed on her door. *Knock. Knock. Knock.* She knew she should ignore it--Lock the door, turn off the lights, pretend she was asleep. She was a married woman after all, right?.. and thirty years old. This was insane. Dangerously insane. But the heat and wetness between her legs had other plans, and the thought of Jackson standing right there, in that massive cock still hard because of her made her drip even more. Her bare feet moved quickly.. she knew she wouldn't miss this chance for anything. She opened the door. Jackson filled the entire frame. Shirtless. Sweatpants slung low on his hips. His muscular chest rose and fell with heavy breaths
Claire Miller spent the entire morning in a haze of nerves and filthy anticipation. She stood in front of her full-length mirror for almost forty minutes trying on different outfits before settling on the most shameless one. It was a white, ultra-sheer sports bra that was barely more than a crop top and matching white micro shorts so thin they were practically see-through. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin. Her nipples were clearly visible through the material, and when she turned sideways, the outline of her shaved pussy lips showed obscenely if the light hit her just right. She looked like a whore trying to pass as a gym-goer. "Perfect." She taught. Mark had already left for work, so she didn’t have to explain anything. She threw on a loose hoodie for the drive, her heart pounding the entire way to Jackson’s gym. The place was upscale — lots of mirrors, expensive equipment, and loud electronic music. The moment she stepped inside and took off the hoodie, seve
Claire Miller stood barefoot in her darkened bedroom, silk robe hanging loosely off one shoulder, as the clock ticked past 8:15 PM. The house felt too quiet, too empty. Mark had sent another text saying he’d be stuck at the office until at least ten. Again. She didn’t even bother replying anymore. Their marriage had become more of a roommate agreement than anything intimate for the past year. She told herself she was only looking out the window to check if the neighborhood was peaceful. But that was where the lie was. The moment Jackson Baker's, her neighbor, battered black pickup pulled into the driveway next door, Claire’s pulse quickened. She stepped closer to the glass, hidden by the shadows of her room, and watched the nineteen-year-old gym instructor climb out. God, he looked even better tonight. Sweat from a long day at the gym still clung to his skin. His tight black compression shirt was stretched obscenely across his massive chest and boulder-like shoulders. The
We lay there panting for a few minutes, my cock still buried inside Susan’s pussy, slowly softening as my cum leaked out of her. The messy sight reharden my softening cock. The room smelled like sex already. Susan suddenly let out a soft, wicked laugh and looked down at me with those hazel eyes that now looked completely feral. “We’re not even close to finished, Tom,” she whispered. “I’ve waited so long to fuck you. One load isn’t enough.” She climbed off me, thick strings of my cum dripping down her thighs onto the sheets. Without any shame, she stood at the edge of the bed and stared down at me like I was hers to devour. “Get up.” I stood up,as Susan immediately dropped to her knees and swallowed my messy cock in one go. She sucked hard, cleaning every drop of our mixed juices off me with loud, sloppy sounds. Spit ran down her chin onto her perfect tits as she bobbed her head, gagging herself deliberately on my very hard cock. “Fuck… Susan…” I groaned, grabbing her hai
My name is Tom, and I’ve been in love with Susan Carter since the first week of senior year. She’s smart, funny, ridiculously hot, and way out of my league. So when Mrs. Ramirez paired us together for the final history project, I thought it was the best and worst thing that had ever happened to me. We’d been working on it for two weeks now, meeting after school in the library, texting about sources, arguing over formatting. Susan was a perfectionist. That’s why we were still in the library at 6:30 p.m. on a Friday, laptops open, surrounded by books and empty coffee cups. “Shit,” Susan muttered, rubbing her eyes. “The library closes in thirty minutes and we’re nowhere near done with the presentation.” I glanced at the clock. “Yeah… we’re screwed.” She looked at me for a long second, biting her lip. Then she shrugged. “My parents are out of town for the weekend. We can go back to my place and finish it there. I’ve got a big desk and faster Wi-Fi.” I froze. “Your house?” “Y
The doorknob turned. Layla moved so quickly, yanking the comforter over our naked lower bodies while I pulled my sleep shirt down. We both sat up against the headboard, flushed and breathing hard, trying to look innocent and trying to control our breathing while my heart was about to explode. The door opened and Mom poked her head in, smiling. “Hey girls. Just checking on you two. You disappeared after the pool so fast I thought something was wrong.” Layla smiled sweetly, like she hadn’t just been grinding her pussy on mine five seconds ago. “We’re good, Aunt Sarah. Just chilling and catching up.” Mom leaned against the doorway, clearly in the mood to talk. Now of all freakin time!?. I forced a smile. “That’s nice. It’s been so long since you two spent real time together. Layla, your mom and I were just saying how you’ve both grown into such beautiful young women…” I barely heard the rest. Because Layla’s hand had already slipped under the blanket and landed on my ba







