LOGINWINNIFRED'S POVI woke up by three AM in the midnight absolutely feral.Not tired. Not groggy. Just wide awake and embarrassingly horny in a way that had never happened to me before last night.Sasha's voice kept echoing in my head. That class had cracked me open and now there was no shoving it backBecause my body had discovered something it wasn't going to let me forget it.Then I pulled back the covers. Padded to the door in my oversized nightgown. And crept downstairs to the kitchen.Because I already knew what I wanted to do.The house was dim and quiet. Mum's bedroom door shut.And I opened the fridge.The zucchini was just sitting there on the middle shelf. Dark green with those rough ridges running along it. My mouth went dry as my pussy clenched so hard I had to grab the counter.I helped Mum bring it back from the farmers market last week. It was defs nothing less than ten inches. And thick enough that my fingers barely wrapped around it when I picked it up.I stood in the
WINNIFRED'S POVTonight I would fuck myself. I didn't want to be that same naive girl once school was back in session. If I couldn't get a guy to fuck me, I'd do it myself, any way possible.I walked over to my room door and called out to my mum down in the kitchen. "Mum, I'm gonna be studying. Please don't need me for like an hour... I'm serious."She mumbled something I didn't bother catching and I locked the door anyway.I flicked off my room's light switch. The room went dark, with the only glow coming from the laptop screen sitting open on my table.I walked to it, pulled my chair in close, took a deep breath…And typed in the URL.It was this website I'd stumbled upon one night two weeks ago, but I never actually got to visit it. Every single time I tried, some stupid age verification pop-up would load up. I'd punch in my email, and it would hit me back with the same message: 'Your account indicates you are seventeen. You must be eighteen or older to access this content.'In f
ROSELINE'S POVThe sensation of a cock that size moving through me with intent was something my body committed to memory, because thirty-seven years had brought me to this room in Florence and I intended to take every single thing it was offering.So I leaned forward.And my breasts hung directly over his face as his mouth found my nipple immediately. Sealing around it and sucking deep and hard while his cock drove into me from below. And the dual sensation ripped a sound from my throat that the walls of suite 512 were going to remember."Elio… oh fuck… don't stop…"He sucked harder. Switched to the other nipple. His tongue lashing across it while his hands gripped my hips and pulled me down harder onto his cock. And my ass slapped against his thighs with a sound that was loud and wet and absolutely indecent.So I did it again deliberately because the noise of it, the sheer unrestrained filth of what I was doing, sent a fresh rush of warmth through my soaking cunt.I finally found my
ROSELINE'S POVThe days rolled by very quickly after that fling with Elio. My heart still heavy. And Richard had been blowing up my phone, frantically trying to find out where I was.But I didn't care. I was a free woman in some random luxury hotel in the heart of Florence. And that was all that mattered. Not him. Not his cheating. Not his community dick!Today, I came down for breakfast at eight.Same table by the window I had taken every morning since arriving the hotel. Same view of the impeccable skyline. Same careful arrangement of a woman who pretended she had herself together.Elio was was on duty.I noticed him the moment I sat down and told myself not to and did it anyway. The uniform fitted him differently when I knew what was underneath it. The white shirt across those shoulders. The seductive way his forearms flexed when he poured coffee. I hadn’t properly looked at his body that night. I'd been too consumed by what it was doing to my pussy and now I was making up for
ROSELINE'S POVHe stood frozen in my doorway.The tray in his hands. His eyes on my body. His professionalism visibly losing a very one-sided battle."I apologize, signora, I will…""Put the tray down," I said.He stepped inside carefully. Eyes now fixed exaggeratedly on the console table as he set the tray down with hands that were not entirely steady. Then he straightened and turned toward the door."What's your name?" I asked.He stopped.Turned slightly. "Elio."The way it came out of his mouth. That accent wrapping around two syllables like they were something to be savoured. Something moved through my lower belly immediately and I pressed my thighs together."Elio…" I said it back to him just to feel it. "If you walk out that door I will call your manager and tell him you entered my suite without permission… and saw me naked."He turned fully."Signora, I knocked…""And I said one moment." I tilted my head. "But you came in anyway."He stared at me. At the robe hanging off one
ROSELINE'S POVRichard cheated on me.I found out while watching the news.Not from Richard. Not from a confession or a guilty phone call or even the courtesy of a lie I could choose to believe. I found out the same way everyone else did, sitting on the edge of our oversized bed in my bathrobe with a glass of overpriced white wine warming untouched in my hand while the TV glowed across the room.His face appeared first.Then hers.A gorgeous brunette stepping out beside him outside some restaurant in Monaco. Cameras flashing so brightly across the pavement it almost looked cinematic. His hand rested low against her back in that intimate, familiar way it used to rest against mine. Firm. Possessive. Effortless.The kind of touch that announced closeness without needing explanation.And beneath them, the headline rolled across the screen in cruel white letters…RICHARD D'BAJON SPOTTED WITH MYSTERY WOMAN IN MONACO.I just stared at it.At her.At the way she tilted her face toward him







