LOGINThe floodwaters finally calmed by late afternoon the next day. Jaxโs truck had been towed and fixed by a local mechanic, and the roads were passable again. They packed lightโฆMia threw a few sundresses, lace panties (though she suspected she wouldnโt need them long), and her toiletries into a bag. Jax watched her the whole time with that hungry, half-lidded stare, like he was already planning exactly how he was going to ruin her once they got to his place in the French Quarter.The drive into New Orleans was heavy with tension. Jaxโs hand stayed on her thigh the entire way, fingers tracing slow circles higher and higher under the hem of her short sundress. By the time they pulled up to his restored Creole townhouse on a quiet, tree-lined street, Mia was soaked again, her bare pussy throbbing with anticipation.โWelcome home, baby,โ Jax said as he unlocked the heavy wooden door, his voice low and promising. He didnโt even let her set her bag down properly. The second the door clicked sh
The low rumble of the rescue boatโs motor grew louder, cutting through the steady drizzle like an unwelcome intruder. Jax stayed buried deep inside Mia, his thick cock still twitching with the last pulses of his release, her walls fluttering around him from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Their bodies were slick with sweat, pressed together on the living room floor, her thick thighs wrapped around his waist, his heavy frame pinning her down in the most delicious way.Miaโs chest heaved, full breasts rising and falling against his chest as she tried to catch her breath. โJaxโฆ theyโre coming,โ she whispered, half-laughing, half-panicked. โWe gotta move.โHe didnโt pull out. Instead, he gave one slow, lazy roll of his hips, grinding deep, making her gasp as his cock nudged that sensitive spot again. A wicked grin spread across his face, hazel eyes dark with fresh hunger.โLet โem come,โ he murmured against her ear, voice low and rough like gravel. โI ainโt stopping this pussy from milking
Dawn light filtered gray and hazy through the lace curtains, the kind of muted Louisiana morning that followed a bad storm. The rain had eased into a steady, whispering drizzle, but the floodwaters still sat high around the old house. The roads out to the main highway remained underwaterโbayou country didnโt let go easy. They were still trapped, just the two of them, the creak of the old floorboards, and the heavy pulse of everything theyโd been holding back.Mia found Jax in the living room, shirtless and glistening with sweat as he powered through push-ups on the hardwood. Each rep made the muscles in his back and shoulders bunch and release like coiled steel. His borrowed shorts had slipped dangerously low on his hips, revealing the top of his firm, rounded ass and the deep dimples at the base of his spine. The sight sent fresh heat rushing between her thighs.She stood in the doorway wearing nothing but that oversized t-shirt that barely skimmed the bottom curve of her ass. No pan
He glanced over his shoulder, eyes darkening as they roamed her body. โPeople change, darlinโ. Some thingsโฆ stay hungry.โBreakfast was simpleโbacon, eggs, grits with butter, and fresh biscuits. They ate at the old oak table, knees brushing underneath. Conversation started light but grew heavier with every accidental touch. She told him about the cheating ex; he shared about the woman in Houston who couldnโt handle his long work hours on site.Afterward, they wandered the house looking for ways to kill time. In the sunroom, Jax found an old record player and put on some smooth R&Bโฆslow, sultry tracks that filled the humid air. He pulled her into a dance, one large hand spanning her waist, drawing her close.Miaโs breath caught as her full breasts pressed against his hard chest. She felt his heartbeat, steady and strong. His other hand rested low on her back, fingers splaying just above the swell of her ass. They swayed together, her thick hips moving against him. At first it was innoc
The rain came down in sheets over the old plantation-style house just outside New Orleans, turning the dirt driveway into a slick mess of mud and Spanish moss. Mia Thompson stood at the tall bay window, staring out at the Louisiana bayou as lightning cracked across the sky. At twenty-eight, sheโd come back home after a messy breakup in Atlantaโฆrunning from a cheating ex and a soul-crushing marketing job. The house had been her grandmotherโs, full of creaky hardwood floors, faded floral wallpaper, and the faint scent of magnolia that never quite left.She wore a thin white tank top and soft pink cotton shorts that hugged her wide hips and thick thighs. The humid Southern air made the fabric stick to her dark brown skin, her full, heavy breasts pressing against the material, nipples faintly visible from the chill seeping through the old windows. No bra tonight. No one around to see, anyway.A sharp knock cut through the thunder. Mia frowned. Who the hell would be out in this? She padde
Emma had always called him Uncle Tony, even though he wasnโt really her uncle.He was her dadโs best friend from college, tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-streaked brown hair, an easy laugh that crinkled the corners of his eyes, and the kind of quiet confidence that made people listen when he spoke. Every summer since she was little, Tony came to stay at their lake house for a long weekend: fishing with her dad in the mornings, grilling steaks at night, telling the same old stories around the fire pit while Emma and her mom rolled their eyes and laughed.This summer was different.Emma was twenty-three now, home from college for break. The awkward braces and baggy T-shirts were long gone. Sheโd filled out in all the ways that made boys at school stare and her dad grumble about โappropriate swimwear.โ She had Long auburn hair, sun-kissed skin, a body toned from years of varsity volleyball. She knew how she looked in her bikini. Sheโd caught Tony noticing, tooโjust quick glances when
My name is Blair, and tonight Iโm saying goodbye to the cum that paid my bills. Itโs January now, 2026. I turned 28 last month and did a lil celebration cause I just have a few friends, maybe 3 or 1. I live in a lone-bedroom apartment now with big windows and plants on the sill that actually stay
The sun was almost setting when I finally cut the engines. The boat rocked gently as the anchor chain rattled down into the dark. No other lights around us. No houses, no other boats. We were at a secluded cove.Tonight's booking was different, not like the regular, the tip was three times the usua
After that day, sex with Brown became something I did just to make him happy. All I could think of was the feeling of Steve's cock in my pussy, that gave me the satisfaction I needed. Sometimes I faked an orgasm just to make Brown feel like he's doing a good job, but counting time till he was don
I paused at the door of my boyfriend's apartment, arranging my outfit in a more appealing manner. My heart was racing in anticipation of what was to come, I knew he wasn't at home. I stepped into the dimly lit space and found my boyfriend's best friend, Steve laying on the couch, he wasn't putting







