LOGINSuspended feet above the ground, cold night, wild breeze, but the warmth pooled at Aria’s core beats it. She had only imagined this, every morning she saw Victor on the mountains, imagined his thick lips kissing her everywhere, his strong arms pushing her to the wall, his tongue flicking his clit, and his thick cock in her mouth; everything was spot on, just like she had imagined it, but she was not the only one thinking of this day. Victor is married to Alora and has two beautiful daughters Maria and Marlene (12 and 15) but Alora is mostly concerned about her theatre job. She is not like when they got married, wild fantasies and good sex and she blames it on having kids and responsibilities and her career plans. Alora is beautiful but Victor has wondered for a while if she desired him still or if she gets her desire satisfied elsewhere. He decided to settle for the latter, because after all, it could be true, and Aria’s tempting eyes make it easy to believe it for himself. “Hi, is
This was supposed to be a quick check, and she only had a wool cardigan on, no gloves, but at least she covered her legs in tight jeans, huge boots, and thick socks. "Are you cold?" he asked, and she shook her head to respond 'no'... " You are," he continued. "I am," she finally admitted."Aria..." "Wait, but the way, how do you know my name?" realization hit her, " I do." That's his whole defence in two short words. "We have about 7 hours more until anyone discovers that this cable car is stuck, and it's like really cold right now, almost at freezing point, and we have just us, you'd have to cooperate so we can all survive, okay?" "Sounds convincing, but I'm alright." Right after she rejected his offer, there was a sudden wind, and the cable car started swinging uncontrollably, and just like a quick karma, Aria was jerked forward into Victor's arms.The sudden warmth made it impossible for Aria to move an inch. They stared deeply into each other's eyes. There's more than just warmth o
Her mind is definitely in the wild; all the times she had spotted Victor working shirtless in the summer, sweat drops hanging on his beard, salt-and-pepper lining his jaw. Victor, in huge coats in the winter, which do not hide his strong build, and at this moment, he is done with routine checks in this weather, he is wearing a coffee leather jacket with a creme fur collar, unzipped, showing his tight creme vest to pair with it, jeans trousers, and long brown boots to match. His vest hugs his body, showing every carve from his chest to his packs lined on his belly in six. Aria didn’t know how long she was staring until Victor looked at himself, confused if there was anything odd on his outfit.”Do I have shit on my vest?” Victor asked, genuinely confused, shifting glances from his shirt to Aria and back to his shirt. Sudden realization kicked in; the Stillness, hanging mid-air, the subtle jerk that saved Aria from explaining herself for a moment. Victor immediately noticed the
It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship. “Babe, let’s go upstairs,” Mia says, touching Damien seductively while Damien stares directly into the eyes of Chloe. He knows she is aching for more and seeing her in this state turns him on more than the touch of his own wife. This is definitely crazy to him, but that’s not the goal. Chloe was staring back hard, wishing she had that easy access to Damien like that, but she was not going to sit there and endure the torture. Mia climbed onto Damien, kissing him and t
Damien’s hands caught her face first, rough palms on her cheeks, then his mouth slammed onto hers. The kiss was hungry, teeth clacking, tongues pushing deep. Chloe moaned into him right away. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders.He walked her backward without breaking the kiss. Her calves hit the edge of the couch. She stumbled, but he caught her waist and lowered her down until her back hit the cushions. He followed, knee between her thighs, pinning her with his body.His hands were everywhere, sliding up under the nightgown, gripping her breasts, thumbs brushing over hard nipples. He pinched them, rolled them, tugged until she arched off the couch with a sharp cry. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Chloe’s hips bucked up, searching for friction.“Damien…” Her voice cracked.He pulled the nightgown over her head in one rough yank. It landed somewhere behind the couch. Her panties followed, ripped down her legs, and tosse
Damien’s mouth stilled on Chloe’s neck. His hand dropped from her breast. Chloe’s leg slid down from his waist. Her nightgown fell back into place, though the front was damp now.He stepped back first, fast, smooth, as if nothing had happened. He turned toward the stove, grabbed the spatula, flipped the eggs that were starting to smoke. His cock still strained against his sweatpants, obvious, but he didn’t try to hide it.Chloe stood frozen on the wall, heart slamming against her ribs. Mia paused halfway down, hand on the railing, eyes moving slowly from Chloe’s flushed face to Damien at the stove.The kitchen still smelled of bacon grease and burnt edges from the forgotten eggs.Mia’s brows pulled together. “What… what’s going on?”Chloe opened her mouth, but only a small, choked sound came out, words wouldn’t form. Her tongue felt thick.Damien turned from the stove, calm as if he had been doing nothing more than flipping pancakes. He wiped his hands on a dish towel and gave Mia his







