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Sex During Turbulence With The Hot Pilot 5.
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2026-10-18 04:27:48
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NICHOLAS’ POV. Sunlight cut through the gap in my curtains and landed straight across my face.My body felt really heavy. I groaned and turned away from it, burying half my face in the pillow. I opened my eyes.The phone was still on its stand at the foot of the bed, and the camera pointed at the bed like a loyal little soldier. The red eye mask lay on the sheets near my hip, elastic twisted. The laptop laid at the edge of the mattress, lid half-closed, the screen long gone black.I dragged a hand through my hair and stared at the ceiling. My cock stirred under the sheet, half-hard from morning erection and the memory of a tongue dragging slowly across a bottom lip while dark eyes held mine. Marshall had looked at me.While he was buried inside someone else.While a girl sobbed into his sheets and begged him not to stop.He had looked at me like he knew exactly what I was doing in that hallway. Like he wanted me to keep watching.And the worst part was that I had.I sat up slowly.
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NICHOLAS’ POV. The kitchen tap ran hot over my hands as I scrubbed the last of the tomato sauce off my plate.It was almost ten. I had eaten alone, the way I always did, and the house had been quiet all evening. No knock on my door. No session. No Marshall. Every time a floorboard creaked, my whole body tensed, and every time nothing happened, I felt stupid for tensing.So much for his session. Maybe it had all been a joke. Maybe he just liked watching me squirm.Then the front door burst open.Laughter spilled into the house, high and giggly and drunk. Female laughter. Two voices.I turned off the tap and leaned toward the kitchen doorway.Marshall stumbled into the hallway with a girl under each arm. One had long red braids and a tiny black dress that barely covered her ass. The other was a curvy brunette in a crop top and skin-tight jeans, already tugging at the hem of his shirt. Their heels clacked across the floor. Their sweet but cheap perfume rolled all the way into the kitch
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NICHOLAS’ POV. I sat at my desk trying to study for the forthcoming exams. But I do not seem to be assimilating anything. And if I’m right… or maybe wrong, I must have read the same paragraph more than twenty times.What a waste of my evening already! My pharmacology textbook lay open on my desk, half the page drowned in yellow highlighter, and not one word had stuck. Every time I tried to focus, my brain dragged me back to Marshall’s bathroom as I watched water pour over his shoulders and his fist sliding over that thick, dark veiny cock with a swollen and glistening head. His low and wretched voice, moaning my name while he stroked himself.And then the laundry room. His nose at my throat. That slow, deliberate breath. The way the towel had clung to the outline of his damp dickA session. With your followers.I slammed the textbook shut and pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes until colors burst behind my lids.My phone buzzed against the desk.Mom.I sat up straight and cl
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NICHOLAS’ POV. I pressed my back against the washing machine and slid down until I hit the floor.What the hell just happened?My shorts were soaked and sticky, clinging to my thighs, the fabric cooled with my own cum. My heart was still slamming against my ribs. And my nose was still full of him—salt and musk and cotton—like the smell had crawled inside my skull and refused to leave. Every time I breathed, I tasted the inside of those black boxers again.I had just stood in my housemate's bedroom and watched him jerk off. I had filmed him. And then I had shoved my hand down my shorts and came right there on the spot, sniffing his dirty boxers like a starving dog while he stroked that thick, dark cock under the water and groaned my name.Was I losing my mind?And why the hell was he moaning my name?Nicholas. Then Nicky. Twice. I hadn't imagined it. I had heard it with my own ears, rough and breathless, while his fist was wrapped around that heavy ten-inch cock, the head swollen and
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NICHOLAS’ POV. Marshall’s cock was incredibly huge. Like… it was the biggest dick I’ve ever seen my whole life—on the screen while watching porn or physically. And no doubt it was easily ten inches. Damn. It was long and thick, so dark it was almost black against his palm, the shaft thick enough that his fingers couldn't fully close around it. The head was swollen and glistening under the water, flared and pink, the slit already wet. Thick veins ran along the monster length like cords under the skin, pulsing faintly with every slow stroke. His fist glided over it in restrained pulls, twisting gently at the top, dragging the foreskin down and then up again until the head emerged shiny and full. As his hand slid back down his cock, the weight made the whole length sway. It looked like something carved for sin or built to ruin someone.I couldn't look away.Then an idea struck me so hard it almost knocked me over.Leverage.He had my mother's number. He had my secret. And now, rig
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NICHOLAS’ POV. The washing machine rattled against the wall as I dumped another load of towels into it and slammed the lid harder than necessary. Two days. That was how long it had been since Marshall walked into my room and turned my whole life upside down. And for two days, I had been his personal maid. I scrubbed the kitchen until the countertops squeaked, mopped the hallway until the floorboards shone, scraped his crusted egg pan until my wrists ached, and took out the trash before he even woke up. Every time I passed him in the hallway, he looked at me with that accomplished satisfied smirk, like a landlord inspecting his property, and said absolutely nothing. Nothing about the stream. Nothing about my mother. Nothing about what he had done to me—how he had sat two feet away and made me finger myself, made me beg, and made me cum so hard I screamed. And I hadn't opened my account since. Not once. The app was on my phone like a loaded grenade. Every time my thumb hovered
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