เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 5 Elena’s POVSweat poured down my body in slick rivers, tracing filthy paths between my heaving tits and pooling in the dip of my lower back as Richard had me bent over the desk like a cheap hotel whore. My palms slapped against the polished wood for balance, ass arched high and shameless, my cheeks spread wide while he worked that monstrous, vein ridged cock into my tight, virgin asshole inch by torturous inch. The stretch was obscene, burning, raw, deliciously wrong, every thick centimetre forcing my ring to yield with a wet, sucking pop that made my toes curl hard into the carpet and my spine bow.We were deep into round two now. His first load still oozed out of my swollen cunt in slow, creamy dribbles, mixing with the fresh bottle of lube he had ripped open from the desk drawer and slathered all over us like he was greasing up a prize animal. His thick fingers had scissored me open just minutes earlier, rough, impatient, three digits plunging knuckle deep while I be
Chapter 4Mark PovI zipped up my pants in the dressing room, still catching my breath from that quick makeout session with Sarah, the bridesmaid who had been eyeing me all through the rehearsal dinner last night. She was hot, with her tight little dress and those lips that sucked like a vacuum, but now she was straightening her skirt, giving me a sly grin as she fixed her smeared lipstick in the mirror. “That was fun, Mark, but I should get back out there before someone notices I’m gone,” she said, her voice all casual like we had not just been grinding against each other some minutes ago. I nodded, smirking back, feeling that post hookup buzz still humming through my body, my cock half hard in my boxers from how she had been stroking it through the trousers. “Yeah, go on, I will be out in a sec,” I replied, watching her ass sway as she slipped out the door, leaving me alone with the smell of her perfume hanging in the air.I leaned against the wall for a moment, running my hands
Chapter 3Saliva dripped messy down my chin, soaking my neck and tits, and I moaned around him, the vibrations making him thrust deeper, his balls slapping against my chin with each push. My pussy clenched empty, aching for attention, and I reached down between my legs without thinking, rubbing my clit in fast circles, my fingers slipping in the wetness that was already dripping down my thighs. God, this felt so wrong and so good, his cock stretching my lips wide, the taste of him flooding my senses, and I thought about how I had never done anything this filthy with Mark, how Richard was awakening something nasty inside me that I did not want to stop.He let me suck him like that for what felt like forever, his groans getting louder, his hips snapping faster, but then he pulled out suddenly with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock as he breathed heavy, his chest heaving. “Not yet, I am not coming in your mouth, I want to fuck every part of you first,” he said,
Chapter 2The request hung in the air, raw and unfiltered, and I felt a flush creep up my neck, but I did not look away, my body already responding to the idea, my nipples hardening under the lace of my dress.Richard’s eyes widened, shock flashing across his face as he sat back, his mouth opening slightly before he closed it again. He stared at me for a long moment, his breathing deepening, and I could see the conflict in his expression, surprise mixed with a darkening desire that made his pupils dilate. “Elena… what? Are you serious? I mean, you’re my son’s fiancée, and today of all days…” He trailed off, but his gaze dropped to my lips, then lower to the swell of my breasts in the dress, and he shifted in his seat, adjusting himself subtly as if trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.I leaned closer, placing a hand on his knee, feeling the muscle tense under my touch, and whispered, “I’m dead serious. He’s out there cheating, so why shouldn’t I? You’re hot as hell, Richa
Chapter 1Elena’s POV The wedding dress clung to my skin like a second layer of sweat as I made my way down the dimly lit hallway toward the dressing room, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement that I thought was normal for a bride on her big day. I had slipped away from the bustling main hall where guests were mingling with champagne flutes in hand, laughing about how perfect everything looked, just to surprise Mark with a quick kiss before the ceremony started. My heels echoed softly on the carpeted floor, and I smoothed down the lace bodice, feeling the way it hugged my curves, thinking about how he would react when he saw me like this, all dolled up and ready to become his wife. But as I approached the door, slightly ajar, I heard muffled sounds that made my stomach drop, low moans and the rustle of fabric that did not belong in a solo dressing session.I pushed the door open a bit more, and there he was, my fiancé Mark, pressed up against the wall with some brun
Chapter 2Thorne spun me, pushing me forward so my hands braced on the back of the couch, ass out, dress hiked up around my waist now, exposing my dripping pussy and bare cheeks to the whole room. Kael dropped to his knees behind me, spreading my ass wide with both hands, his tongue diving in without warning, licking a long stripe from my clit to my asshole, making me buck and moan. His tongue was rough, flat and hot, lapping at my juices like he was dying of thirst, sucking my clit hard then releasing to fuck his tongue inside my pussy, thrusting it in and out while his nose bumped my clit.“Goddamn, she tastes like sin,” Kael groaned, his fingers joining his tongue, two pushing inside me, pumping fast while he sucked my clit again, the suction making my thighs shake. Thorne moved in front, unzipping his jeans, pulling out his cock thick and veined, the head already shiny with pre cum. He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back, and shoved his cock into my mouth, filling it compl







