MasukLogan's POV Mabel’s hand was already stroking my cock again, bringing it back to full hardness even though I had just filled her pussy. Cum was still leaking down her thigh, but she didn’t care. She smiled up at me, eyes dark with hunger.“We’re not leaving yet,” she whispered. “I want more of this cock before someone knocks on that door.”She turned around again, facing the mirror, and bent over slightly, hands braced on the wall. “Fuck me like this first. I want to watch you take me.”I grabbed her hips and slid back inside her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. She was even wetter now, my earlier cum making everything slick and messy. I started fucking her deep and steady, watching in the mirror as my cock disappeared into her over and over. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Her face showed pure pleasure — mouth open, eyes half-lidded.“Harder, Logan,” she moaned softly. “Don’t be gentle.”I picked up speed, slamming into her. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the stall. I
Logan's POVThe door clicked shut behind me and the restroom suddenly felt smaller than it should have. Mabel stood leaning against the marble counter, red dress hugging every curve, that knowing smile still on her lips. The soft lighting made her skin glow. My heart was pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my throat.She didn’t wait for me to speak. She stepped forward, grabbed the front of my shirt, and pulled me into the nearest stall. The door locked with a quiet click. The space was tight, just enough room for what we both clearly wanted.“You followed fast,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “I like a man who knows what he wants.”Before I could answer she pressed her body against mine, soft tits pushing into my chest. Her mouth found mine in a hot, demanding kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, tasting of wine and something sweeter. My hands went straight to her waist, then lower, gripping the curve of her ass through the thin dress. She moaned softly into my mouth
Logan’s POVThe restaurant was one of those upscale places with dim lighting, white tablecloths, and soft jazz playing in the background. I sat alone at a small table near the back wall, nursing a glass of red wine and waiting for my steak. It had been a long week at work and I needed a night where nobody expected anything from me. No calls, no meetings, just good food and quiet.I scanned the room out of habit. Most tables were couples or small groups laughing softly. Then my eyes landed on her.She sat two tables away, also alone. Dark hair falling in loose waves over one shoulder, red dress that hugged her body like it was made for her. The neckline dipped low enough to show the smooth curve of her cleavage, and when she crossed her legs the slit in the dress revealed a long stretch of thigh. She was stunning. Confident. The kind of woman who knew exactly how good she looked and didn’t mind people noticing.Our eyes met for the first time when the waiter brought her a glass of whit
She hooked her thumbs into her shorts and pushed them down slowly, letting me watch every inch. Her thick ass jiggled as the fabric slid off. No panties underneath. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips swollen and glistening with wetness. She stepped out of the shorts and climbed onto the bed, straddling my lap again. Her heavy tits hung in my face, nipples hard and begging to be sucked.“Touch me, baby,” she said, voice low and commanding. “Feel how wet your friend’s mum is for you.”I grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks, and pulled her down so her soaked pussy rubbed along the length of my cock. She was dripping. Hot. Slick. She moaned softly and started grinding on me, sliding her wet folds up and down my shaft without letting me inside yet.“You’re so big,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss my neck. “Bigger than I imagined when I touched myself thinking about you.”She reached between us and wrapped her soft hand around my cock, stroking me slow and firm. Then she
I pulled into the driveway of Jake’s house a little after four, windows down, music low. Jake had texted earlier saying he was running late from practice and I should just let myself in like always. The front door was unlocked. I stepped inside and the cool air from the AC hit me. The house smelled like vanilla candles and something sweet baking in the oven. Beatrice was in the kitchen when I walked through.She turned when she heard me. Damn. She was wearing a tight white tank top that stretched across her huge tits and a pair of tiny black shorts that hugged her thick ass like they were painted on. Her long dark hair was up in a messy bun, a few strands sticking to her neck from the heat. She smiled at me, full lips curving slow, and wiped her hands on a dish towel.“Nathan. Hey baby. Jake’s not back yet but you know you’re always welcome. Come on in.”Her voice was warm and low, the kind that wrapped around you. I walked over and leaned against the counter, watching her move. She b
His cock was still buried deep inside me, pulsing with the last spurts of cum. I could feel it leaking out around him, warm and sticky, dripping down my ass onto the desk. We were both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Mr. Alexander looked down at me, eyes still dark with that mix of guilt and hunger that made my stomach flip.He pulled out slowly. A thick trail of his cum followed, running out of my pussy and down my thigh. He stared at it for a second, thumb brushing through the mess and rubbing it over my swollen clit. I shivered and moaned softly.“We are not finished,” he said, voice low and rough.He lifted me off the desk like I weighed nothing. Set me on my feet. Then he sat back in his chair and pulled me down to my knees between his legs. His cock was still half-hard, glistening with our mixed juices. Thick veins stood out along the shaft. The head was flushed dark.“Suck it,” he ordered.I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my hand around the base and leaned in. Licked the h
Chapter 3 – PaybackNathan’s first full thrust stole Brielle’s breath.He drove in deep—harder than the teasing half-stroke before—bottoming out in one smooth, brutal glide. The thick head of his cock kissed her cervix, stretching her walls to the absolute limit. Brielle’s nails raked down his back
Chapter 1 – ShatteredBrielle pulled her little white Civic into the familiar driveway of the Hale house, tires crunching softly on the gravel. The late-afternoon sun slanted through the oak trees lining the street, turning everything gold and lazy. She hadn’t texted Chloe ahead of time—didn’t feel
The office had gone quiet hours ago. Fluorescent lights dimmed to energy-saving mode, leaving only the soft glow of desk lamps and the city skyline twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Ava glanced at the clock on her monitor—9:47 PM. Everyone else had trickled out by 7, muttering goodbye
Chapter 2 – ClaimedThe sliding door shut with a soft click, sealing the humid afternoon heat outside. Inside, the air-conditioned living room felt cooler, almost too cool against Natalia’s flushed, lotion-slick skin. Marcus didn’t give her time to think. His hand stayed firm on the small of her ba







