تسجيل الدخولHe pushed in.One hard thrust buried him to the base. She cried out against his hand, the sound muffled but still sharp. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing off the stall walls. Her hands flew to the toilet seat, knuckles white. He fucked her in deep, punishing strokes, each one forcing a broken noise out of her even with his palm sealed over her mouth.Outside, the talking slowed.He kept going. Harder. The stall door rattled every time his body crashed into hers. Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, panties stretched useless around her thighs. His cock dragged in and out of her soaked cunt, the filthy wet sound impossible to hide. She tried to stay quiet. She failed. "Oh...Fuck!!" A high, desperate moan leaked past his fingers when he angled deeper and hit the spot that made her knees buckle.He dropped his hand from her mouth just long enough to growl against her ear.“Loud
The line for the women’s bathroom stretched halfway down the corridor, a messy knot of short skirts, sticky skin, and impatient laughter. Music pounded through the walls so hard it made the floor vibrate under her heels. She pushed past two girls arguing about a missing phone and slipped into the first empty stall, the metal door swinging shut behind her with a dull clang.She barely had time to hitch her skirt up before the door shoved open again.A man stepped in.Tall. Broad through the shoulders. Dark shirt clinging to him from the heat of the club. He didn’t speak. He just looked at her, eyes dropping straight to the short black skirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs, then back up to her face. The lock clicked behind him.“This is the girls’ bathroom,” she said, voice already thinner than she wanted. “You can’t—”He stepped closer. The stall was tiny. His chest nearly brushed hers. The air smelled like cheap perfume, sweat, and the sharp tang of cleaning fluid. “Wrong
Josh stayed buried inside her for a long time, chest heaving against her back, cock still thick and twitching as the last pulses of his orgasm faded. Vivian’s arms had given out completely; she lay with her cheek pressed to the mattress, ass raised, the stretch of him keeping every drop of his cum locked deep. A slow trickle had already begun to escape around the base of his shaft and slide down over her clit. Raul moved in behind them. He rested one hand on the small of Vivian’s back and the other on Josh’s hip. “Pull out slow,” he said. “I want to see it.” Josh eased back. The thick head of his cock dragged through her swollen folds and finally slipped free with a wet sound. The moment he left her, a heavy gush of cum followed—thick, white, already mixed with her own slick. It spilled from her open cunt in a slow, obscene stream, coating her inner thighs and dripping onto the sheets between her knees. Raul’s breath left him in a rough exhale. He stared at the mess, at the way
Vivian was still shaking when Josh rose from his knees. His face was shiny with her, chin and lips wet, eyes dark and stunned. His cock stood rigid between them, thicker than she had imagined even after seeing it, the head flushed almost purple, a thick vein running along the underside. A clear bead of precum already welled at the slit.She didn’t wait for instructions.She slid off the edge of the bed onto her knees in front of him, hands rising to wrap around the heavy shaft. The heat of it surprised her. She stroked once, slow, feeling the weight and the way it pulsed in her grip. Then she leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue from the base all the way to the head, collecting that bead of precum and swirling it around the ridge.Josh’s breath left him in a rough sound. His hands hovered in the air like he didn’t know where to put them.Raul’s voice came from the side of the bed, low and steady. “Take your time. Make him feel every second of it. He’s never had a mouth like
The knock on the guest-room door came just after ten. Josh opened it in a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt, hair still damp from a shower. Raul stood there with Vivian slightly behind him.“Come to our room,” Raul said quietly. “We need to talk.”Josh followed them down the short hallway, pulse already climbing. Their bedroom door closed behind him with a soft click. The lamp on the nightstand threw warm light across the big bed. Vivian sat on the edge of it. Raul leaned against the dresser, arms loosely crossed.Josh stayed near the door. “What’s going on?”Raul spoke first. “We’ve been talking about your dates. The ones that keep falling apart.”Josh’s face heated. “I already told Vivian I’m working on it.”“We know.” Vivian’s voice was steady, but her hands were clasped tightly in her lap. “And we decided we want to help you. Properly.”Josh stared. “Help me how?”Raul pushed off the dresser and walked closer. “She’s going to show you to fuck and please a woman. There'll be n
The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of settling wood. Raul and Vivian’s bedroom door was closed. Soft lamplight pooled across the bed, turning the white sheets gold. Vivian sat against the headboard in one of Raul’s old T-shirts, bare legs folded under her, phone in her lap. She had just finished texting Josh goodnight after another of his awkward updates about the date that had gone nowhere.Raul came out of the bathroom, towel around his hips, hair still damp. He watched her for a moment, then climbed onto the bed and stretched out beside her, propping himself on one elbow.“Another one crashed and burned?” he asked.Vivian sighed and set the phone aside. “Yeah. He said she got quiet after they started kissing. Then she asked if they could just ‘talk.’ He thinks he scared her. Again.”Raul’s hand settled on her thigh, warm and heavy. His thumb traced slow circles just above her knee. “Kid’s got a big cock and no idea what to d
Bob practically collapsed on the edge of the bed. He had had no idea why watching his girlfriend suck his friends dick had made him so horny. All he knew was that he had just came harder than ever before, and whether it was the lack of sex over the last few days or the way Emma seemed to love the
"Mmmmmppphhhh." Emma moaned at this, there was something so smug and cocky about Frank that set her off.Bob didn't respond, he didn't know what to say at this point. Part of him wanted Frank to stop, but he had never seen Emma so animate and turned on during sex before. A strong tingling sensatio
Frank was laid on his bed, his blanket draped across his muscular body exposing his bare chest. His head was turned to Emma, watching her sideways as she stared back.Bob watched his girlfriend turn her head and open her mouth in a gasp. By this point, he thought her reaction was due to his relentl
The warm summer night buzzed at Williams University as another semester came to an end. While most students had already left campus, the top floor of the old Field House throbbed with music and drunken cheers from the twenty or so people who had stayed behind.Among them, Emma Adams was growing in







