THEME: FUCKING THE CHAUFFEUR (3)
Annie Lin noticed that Thomas's cock was still hard despite the hot stream of his semen that was currently lining the walls of her cunt.
He was seated beside her twitching body, panting heavily while his shaft pulsed against his belly. Little dribbles of his semen stained his stomach and thighs. The girl licked her lips at the sight, wanting to taste his cock that had been in her pussy.
"You're still hard, Thomas," She grinned, turning so that she was still on her knees in the backseat, her face mere inches away from Thomas's face.
The older man shuddered when she wrapped her dainty hands around the head of his cock. His lips parted with a groan as she toyed with the slick bulbous head. Her thumb ran over the head lewdly, pushing against the slit and getting her hand wet with a mix of his cock-juice.
Ella Hartley heard the familiar sound of the delivery truck pulling up.He was right on time.She moved to the front window of her quiet suburban home, pretending to adjust the curtains. But her eyes were on him.Sully Rivera stepped out of the truck, tall and solid in his navy uniform. His muscular forearms looked like they could lift more than just Amazon boxes.For a mailman, He moved with some kind of easy confidence that she would never expect a mailman to have and for Ella, that meant he had to pack down there. Only a man with a good cock and terrible job could move with as much confidence as Sully did.Ella had only exchanged a few words with him since she moved back after her divorce, but she knew his name, his schedule and how good he looked carrying packages. She stalked him so hard she started to send mail to herself
Everywhere was dark. I had no idea where I was. My eyes were tied with blindfolds, but I knew I was sold off to an alpha king to pay off my step-parent's debts.I felt nothing but hate for my step parents, selling me off to the cruel Alpha king, Tristen, like I meant nothing to them. They had no conscience. I cried and wailed before I arrived at Alpha King's bedroom. No one listened, no one pitied me.My mind battled the thought of how cruel this Alpha king could be, or how he looked. Was he a monster? Everyone talked so highly of him, but I had never set eyes on him.I heard the door open and started to fidget on the bed. “Who's there?”I asked, scared as I wrapped my hands around my legs.Someone climbed into bed, and I couldn't see who it was. Suddenly, the blindfolds came off. My gaze fell on the mighty frame of a man in front of her, his chest bare. He was
Liam and Maya are friends who know each other well. They have always been inseparable since college. They bonded over failed relationships and late-night ramen with some inside jokes they only understood. Now in their mid-20s, their connection only became stronger.It was Friday night, when they usually hang out.Like on their usual nights, they play board games, drink, and then laugh at slight jokes. The laughter shook the walls of Liam's apartment. Liam sat with his legs crossed on the couch, sipping his wine slowly, while his toes brushed against Maya's thigh.“I want you to fuck me," Maya said suddenly, with a bold voice. She just made it look like she was tossing a random conversation.The room was quiet for a while until Liam burst into laughter.“I think I should be honest with you tonight," Maya said.“Wait, you're serious? You w
I wasn’t even supposed to be in the living room.The lights were off except for the faint glow from the hallway, and I was curled up on the couch, scrolling through my phone, pretending I wasn’t listening to the laughter outside.My dad and his friends were on the patio, drinking, talking loudly, and throwing around old jokes. I could hear Mr. Dale’s voice the clearest, that deep, smooth laugh of his. I closed my eyes for a second, exhaling slowly.God, I needed to get over this.The patio door slid open. I sat up quickly, pretending to be adjusting the blanket.He stepped inside, shutting the door softly. I could smell the whiskey on his breath before he even said anything.“Hey, I didn't think anyone was still up.”I tucked my legs under me. “Couldn’t sleep.”He walked over, a little unsteady but
It was already past midnight when Evelyn Lane, a woman in her thirties, stood by her window, looking at the city skyline. The house was bright, but not until she pulled the curtains.She pulled off her heels before walking towards the bedroom. She was tired; she had a very long day. She opened the door slowly as she got to the entrance of her room. The first thing she did when she got to the room was stare at her corporate pants and silk blouse in the mirror.She had to put on dresses like that every day to impress her clients. One could tell she had it all: beauty, intelligence, and success, yet she returned to her quiet home every night, feeling alone as ever. She had lost her husband, had no kids, and she didn't remarry after that. She still looked so young in her thirties. Young guys kept asking her for dates, but she settled for Edward. He was decent in bed, but she wasn't getting enough.
MARCUS’ POVI've done enough scenes for the day, and I know when someone is faking everything and when someone sets the room on fire.As soon as Elle walked in, I had a feeling she was the latter. She was confident and tall, but I could tell she had a nervous flicker in her eyes, making it evident that it was her first time on this kind of set.Fresh nerves, I loved that. Just the real thing with no practiced porn moans. I walked towards her, offered my hand, and noticed her grip was firm but a little sweaty. " I will be your scene partner today. I'm Marcus.”She smiled just as if she loved what she was seeing. It was just as if she was sizing me up.“I guess you want to know who you'll be naked with," I muttered.“Yeah, sure, you're sweet and rough. I will love that." She said, glancing at my shoulder.