INICIAR SESIÓNLogan'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
He cursed under his breath. Then he stood up fast, chair scraping back. In one smooth motion he spun me around and bent me over his desk. My palms slapped against the wood. Papers scattered everywhere. My skirt rode up high, exposing the curve of my ass and the thin strip of my thong.He flipped the skirt up completely. His large hand smoothed over my ass cheek, then squeezed hard. “You have been teasing me for weeks,” he growled. “Walking into my classroom like this. Pushing every button.”I pushed my ass back against his hand. “And you love it.”He smacked my ass once, sharp and firm. The sting made me gasp and moan at the same time. “Bad girl,” he muttered. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my thong and yanked it down my thighs. It caught at my knees. I kicked it off the rest of the way.His hand slid between my legs from behind. Two thick fingers rubbed through my folds. I was soaked. Dripping. He groaned when he felt how wet I was. “Fuck, Hannah. Your pussy is already drip
Maria wiped the sweat from her brow, the penthouse kitchen gleaming like a damn showroom under the afternoon sun pouring through those massive floor-to-ceiling windows. She'd been busting her ass here for six months now, scrubbing floors until they shone, polishing marble countertops that probably
I stayed in my room longer than I meant to. Curled on my side, still naked under the thin sheet, legs pressed together like that could stop the ache. My pussy was still slick, still sensitive, every little shift of my thighs sending a fresh pulse straight to my clit. I kept replaying it — his eyes
Chapter 1 – Summer HeatThe airport drop-off had been quick—hugs, promises to text, and Mom’s last-minute reminders about sunscreen and not staying up too late. Now the house was quiet except for the hum of cicadas and the occasional splash from the backyard pool. Natalia stepped out onto the deck
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







