ログインThe floodwaters finally calmed by late afternoon the next day. Jax’s truck had been towed and fixed by a local mechanic, and the roads were passable again. They packed light…Mia threw a few sundresses, lace panties (though she suspected she wouldn’t 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. Jax’s 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.“Welcome home, baby,” Jax said as he unlocked the heavy wooden door, his voice low and promising. He didn’t even let her set her bag down properly. The second the door clicked sh
The low rumble of the rescue boat’s 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.Mia’s chest heaved, full breasts rising and falling against his chest as she tried to catch her breath. “Jax… they’re coming,” she whispered, half-laughing, half-panicked. “We gotta move.”He didn’t 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.“Let ’em come,” he murmured against her ear, voice low and rough like gravel. “I ain’t 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 underwater—bayou country didn’t let go easy. They were still trapped, just the two of them, the creak of the old floorboards, and the heavy pulse of everything they’d 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. “People change, darlin’. Some things… stay hungry.”Breakfast was simple—bacon, 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 couldn’t 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&B…slow, sultry tracks that filled the humid air. He pulled her into a dance, one large hand spanning her waist, drawing her close.Mia’s 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, she’d come back home after a messy breakup in Atlanta…running from a cheating ex and a soul-crushing marketing job. The house had been her grandmother’s, 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 wasn’t really her uncle.He was her dad’s 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. She’d filled out in all the ways that made boys at school stare and her dad grumble about “appropriate swimwear.” She had Long auburn hair, sun-kissed skin, a body toned from years of varsity volleyball. She knew how she looked in her bikini. She’d caught Tony noticing, too—just quick glances when
Emily sank to her knees eagerly, the water forming a pool around her. Taking him in her mouth, as much as she could. He was so big, stretching her lips. She began sucking up and down his dick, her hands stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth."Fuck, Emily, you're killing me," he groaned, holdi
After catching my best friend fucking my girlfriend on my bed, I quietly left the house, non of them notice my presence, they were so engrossed in their acts, my bestfriend slamming her like some slut her picked on the road, not caring about her pussy. One, I worshipped and sucked like it gave me l
Emily woke up next to Jake on the bed. He was sleeping; she didn't get up immediately. She stayed still, admiring him. He was funny, kind, sweet, and full of life.She rose slowly, careful not to wake him, wore his oversized t-shirt, and went to the kitchen.After cleaning, she started making coffe
My heart was pounding as I stepped forward, I swore they could hear it.I was wearing nothing but the red lace lingerie he bought specially for this night, thong panties that barely covered anything and a push-up bra that made my boobs look inviting. My gold stiletto heels clicking softly on the co







