LOGINThe boutique he drove his precious doll to was quite pristine and screamed luxury.
Mason had chosen this store himself. When they entered, he murmured something to the staff, and within moments they were ushered into a private dressing suite large enough to be a small apartment.
Fenny carried an armful of dresses Mason had picked, though she barely remembered what they looked like. Her skin still buzzed from the car ride, and she knew she was in trouble.l especially from the dark look on his face.
The moment the door shut behind them, Mason locked it.
“Strip,” he ordered, dropping into the velvet sofa.
Her cheeks heated, and she obeyed, letting the sundress fall to the floor until she stood in delicate lingerie. His gaze roved over her slowly before he nodded.
“Good. Now, put on the red one.&
The office was quiet and empty except for the two of them.Marc and Jessa were enemies before everyone else at the office, always ranting and yelling at each other. But in private, while everyone went on their lunch break, they were a horny couple going at it like crazy.Marc pressed Jessa against the wall of the supply closet, his hands gripping her waist and pushing her skirt up but the material wouldn't budge."Why did you wear such a tight skirt?" He groaned, trying to tug it up."Just rip it at the sides, I'll sew it later," Jessa moaned, rocking against him hungrily. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her stomach, already straining with need.With a grunt, he ripped it at a seam and they both moaned in relief when he pulled it up and pushed his hands immediately into her panties.&nb
Lance had gone to work after that morning with Sara. He had jerked off in the shower, thinking about fucking her while he made her suck on her tits. Then he felt bad and tried to set up a date with his girlfriend.Sabrina was rarely home. She was always too busy at work. She was a nurse at a men's clinic and she apparently loved her job too much. Lance couldn't even remember the last time they fucked.Maybe that was why he wss so fucking horny. She had agreed to a date that night though at their favorite bar but by the time Lance had ordered her third glass of beer, he knew she wasn't coming.He didn’t even bother finishing his beer when the text from Sabrina hit.Sorry, babe. Work emergency. Rain check?He stared at the screen for a long second before tossing the phone down on the counter.Figures. She was busy aga
Lance had been on his way to the kitchen shirtless and groggy from sleep when a sound from Sara's room made him pause. Her door was partly opened and there was a man's voice.“…yeah, baby… slide your fingers down there for me… slow, don’t rush it yet. I wanna hear you wet.”Lance's eyes widened. The voice was coming through on speaker, that meant she was on a call.Sara’s voice followed, in a breathy moan.“Mhm… Kent…”Lance’s jaw tightened. He shouldn’t be here. She was his girlfriend's mother, who had moved in with them because her apartment was infested.She was also a sexy as fuck Milf and Lance had been day dreaming about fucking her for months. He shouldn’t listen to her private moment, but his feet m
Divon’s mouth dropped and moved hungrily from one breast to the other, sucking and licking at the supple mound.He groaned as every taste lit fire through his blood. His hands kneaded Carla’s soft flesh, pushing them together, burying his face between them like a man worshipping them.Carla’s breath caught. “Divon… oh god…”Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer. She had never been touched like this. He was practically feasting on her tits.Divon groaned against her nipple. “On my world… there is nothing like this.” He licked her again. “Soft… warm… perfect. I could drown in them.”Carla moaned, thighs rubbing together, arousal slicking her core. “I would rather you don't, I need you to fuck me, you see.”
Divon wasn’t supposed to notice her.Humans were background noise. They were disposable, fragile and terribly ordinary.But Carla was different. She was a bubbly human female who had baked him cookies when he just moved in and offered to clean his house but he had thrown her out because she annoyed him.He lived across the hall, his room beside hers in their condo. He was a predator among sheep. His orders were clear. He was to remain unnoticed, gather intelligence and prepare for dominating the planet to the glory of Golgar, his home planet.That was what his body was built for. War and Domination. His muscles were defined and he stood at a whopping seven feet of pure utter male figure. He was a disciplined man too, he prided himself as the most disciplined in his team but all that was until the first night he heard her.At first
Tessa had told herself she wouldn’t come.Tonight was their usual neighbourhood dinner and it would be held at Noah's house. She had rehearsed excuses in the mirror, even pretended to cough into the phone, anything to avoid sitting at the same table with Noah and his wife, with her husband beside her and their kids laughing during dinner.But she came anyway partly because no one bought her excuse and mostly because she couldn’t resist him. Noah had demanded that she come.Their families sat together like nothing was wrong, like she hadn’t been split open against his fridge just days ago. It didn't help that she had sat beside Noah too. His wife, Janice, sat beside him while Steve sat beside her.Tessa forced a smile as she passed the mashed potatoes, but she flushed because Noah was always staring at her. His eyes were fixed on her and she wondered why no one el







