MasukFilled While They Walk Above Us Greg stayed perfectly still, his whole dick buried inside Mary from behind. His hand covered her mouth while the other fingers stayed pressed to her clit. Mary’s body was still shaking with the unfinished climax that had been building when the footsteps started. The flashlight beam swept closer. Mary’s dad stood at the bottom of the stairs. The light moved across the couch, the chip bag, the dark TV, but it never quite reached the blanket on the floor where they hid. “You two answer me,” her dad said, voice was thick with sleep. Greg spoke first, keeping his tone steady even though his cock throbbed deep inside Mary. “We’re right here. Just sitting on the floor. Power keeps trying to come back.” Mary forced a small sound of agreement against Greg’s palm. Her dad grunted. “Breaker looks fine. Storm must have knocked something out on the street. Stay put and don’t go outside.” The light turned away. Heavy footsteps climbed the stairs aga
Moans And Orgasms Greg’s hand stayed tight over Mary’s mouth. Her body clenched hard around him as the climax ripped through her. She shook under him, eyes squeezed shut, tears of feeling sliding down her temples into her hair. Every muscle in her legs locked around his waist. The pleasure was so strong it almost hurt. The footsteps on the stairs grew louder. Greg didn't pull out. Instead, remained buried deep inside her, chest pressed to hers, both of them frozen. As Mary’s heart slammed against his, she could feel every thick inch of him still filling her and the aftershocks kept vibrating through her core. The glow of a phone flashlight appeared at the stairs. “Greg? Mary? You two still down there?” It was Mary’s mom. Greg’s free hand found the edge of the blanket and pulled it over their bare bodies just as the light swept across the living room. The beam missed them by inches and landed on the dark television, then the chip bag on the floor. “We’re fine,” Greg called out.
First Taste in the Dark The storm started just after dinner. Greg and Mary sat on the living room floor like they always did, backs against the old couch, sharing a bag of chips. There was a late-night show on the television but neither of them watched. Their parents were already upstairs, doors closed, the house quiet except for the rain hitting against the windows. They had known each other since they were little kids. Neighbors and best friends. People always thought they were brother and sister because they spent every free hour together. Same school, same secrets, and the same stupid jokes that no one else understood. Mary was nineteen while Greg was twenty. Both still lived at home while they figured out the next step after high school. Nothing felt strange about being this close until tonight. The lights all went out at once. One second the TV glowed the next second the whole house went black. “Power’s out,” Greg said. His voice was calm, but Mary heard the edge under it
Choosing Her Over Everything The message sat on Sophia’s phone like a loaded gun. Dan read it three more times. Someone knew about the real Henderson numbers, about the late nights and the way he lost control every time she touched him. Meet tomorrow night or everything comes to light. They couldn't even sleep. At dawn, Sophia was already dressed in a simple black suit. Dan watched her from the bed. The gold chain from the night before still circled her waist under the clothes. He wanted to pull her back under the sheets and he wanted to run. “We meet them together,” he said. Sophia turned, her eyes looked tired. “This is my mess too. I pushed you and I used the numbers. If it blows up, I go down with you.” Heavy words. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. They spent the day locked in his office with the door closed. Officially they were fixing the Henderson report. Really they were trying to figure out who held the knife. Every name on the board list felt dang
Harder, Deeper Dan woke up alone in his big bed. The sheets still smelled like Sophia’s perfume and sex, which was a crazy reminder that what had happened the previous night wasn't a fantasy but reality. Sunlight fell across the floor, and for a second he thought the night before had been a dream. Then he saw the black dress hanging over the chair and the wet spot on the pillow where her hair had been. He sat up, noting how his body ached in places it had never ached before. His cock twitched at the memory of her riding him, and he felt anger right behind the heat. She had the real numbers for the Henderson project which meant that she could ruin him with one email. He found her in the kitchen wearing only his white shirt, the hem barely covering her ass. She was making coffee as if she lived there. “Morning, boss,” she said without turning. “Sleep okay?” “You blackmailed me.” She poured two cups and faced him. “I gave you a choice. Keep the truth quiet and do what I say for thr
Fucked in the Elevator, Then His Bed Dan barely made it through the next day. Every time Sophia walked past his office his body reacted. His cock kept getting hard under the desk, his mouth went dry, he kept the door closed and told his secretary he wasn't to be disturbed. But even that didn't help. He could still feel her riding him the night before, could still hear himself begging. Of all things. At six o’clock he packed his laptop and left early. He needed space, needed the embrace of his penthouse. The elevator doors closed, and for a moment he thought he was safe. Then the doors opened again on the parking level and Sophia stepped in. She wore the same tight black dress from the morning. Her hair was down, and her eyes locked on his. “Going somewhere, boss?” Fuck. “Going home. Alone.” She pressed the button for the top floor of the private garage instead of the exit and the elevator started moving. “I don’t think so.” The moment the doors shut she pushed him back agains
The soft footsteps grew louder. Clara and Sara froze for a moment. Their oily bodies were still pressed against Vincent. Yes, there was no other person in the house. They couldn't dress up fast enough. She would catch them. Vincent kept his thick cock buried deep inside Sara. He imagined Lena's fa
Lena woke up mid-morning the next day. Vincent wasn't beside her.She yawned. “I slept way too deeply again. I don’t remember even going to bed properly."She stepped out of the room and found her daughters sat at the breakfast table.They hid their knowing smiles behind innocent expressions. Their
"Are you sure?" Sara asked."Yeah," Vincent nodded. He looked down at the twins with lustful eyes. His massive cock stood straight up, glistening with their juices and his own cum.The girls were still on their knees. They breathed heavily and looked at him in wonder. Their mother was still asleep
Clara and Sara rose from their chairs and walked up straight to Vincent. Lena still lay slumped forward on the table right next to them.Sara’s heart raced with excitement and wicked thrill. Her pussy was soaked. This was going exactly as she planned it.Vincent stood before them with his legs spre







