FAZER LOGIN“You've done well, girl,” Nele said, and her voice was warm. She reached down, and her wrinkled fingers traced Ida's cheek. “You've taken each one of us, and you're still here.” Ida turned her head and pressed a kiss to Nele's palm. The older woman's eyes widened, just for a moment, before a slow smile spread across her face. “Well, then.” Nele took a sip of her whiskey. “I suppose I should welcome you properly.” She set down the glass and unbuttoned her blouse. Underneath, her skin was soft and lined, her breasts full and heavy. She climbed onto the table and lowered herself until her cunt hovered above Ida's face. “Open your mouth, darling.” Nele's voice was gentle, almost maternal. “You've earned this.” Ida's tongue found the older woman's folds, and Nele let out a soft, shuddering breath. The taste was musky, rich, a lifetime of pleasure held in a single body. Ida licked deeper, and Nele's hand found her silver hair, guiding her, steadying her. Around them, the family fucked.
Amelie's mouth found Ida's nipple from the side, sucking hard, and Ida's throat constricted around Victor's cock. He pushed deeper, not rough, just insistent, until her lips pressed against the base. Her nose buried in salt-and-pepper hair. She breathed through the instinct to gag, felt her throat open around him. “That's it,' Victor breathed, his hand cradling the back of her head. “Take it all, sweetheart.”Mia's fingers slid back into Ida's wet cunt from behind, three this time, stretching her as Anton's cock pressed against her ass cheek, not entering, just resting there, hot and heavy. “She's dripping down my hand,” Mia announced, and her voice had lost its sharp edge, replaced by something breathless. “Dad, you need to feel this.”Anton's hand left Ida's. She felt him shift behind her, heard the wet sound of his fingers sliding through her folds, and then his cock—thick and blunt—pressed against her entrance. Not pushing. Just there. Waiting. “Look at me,” he said. Ida pulled
Ida's thighs trembled. Amelie and Lydia licked her through the aftershocks, gentle now, lapping up her cum as she sagged against Julius. When they finally pulled back, their chins slick, their eyes dark with hunger, Amelie licked her lips and smiled. “She tastes like honey,” Amelie said, and her voice was breathless, awed. Lydia laughed, throaty and warm. “She's perfect for us.” Mia had stood, finally. Her band t-shirt was gone, her small breasts bare, her hand working between her legs as she watched. “My turn,” she said, and her voice was sharper than Amelie's, less patient. She crossed to Ida, her blue eyes hard and hungry, and she pushed Julius aside. “Move.” Julius stepped back, his hands raised, a smirk on his face. Mia pressed Ida against the table's edge. Her mouth was less gentle than Amelie's; biting, demanding, her teeth scraping Ida's throat as her hand slid between Ida's legs, two fingers pushing deep. “You want to be family?” Mia whispered against her skin. “Then tak
“And you'd have him," Nele said, her voice carrying the finality of a judge's passing sentence. “All of him. But that means having the rest of us, too.” She picked up her whiskey and took a slow sip. “It's an initiation, dear. Every woman who joins this family goes through it. Your place at the table isn't given. It's earned.” Ida gulped. “And if I say no?” she asked, but her voice had no fight in it. Anton's hand covered hers on the table. “Then you leave,” he said. “You walk out that door, and Julius drives you home, and we never speak of this again.” He squeezed her fingers. “But you said you didn't know what you wanted. And you said you were still here.” Ida's throat ached. She looked at Julius, her Julius, the boy who held her hand in the cinema, who kissed her goodnight on her front porch, and who'd brought her here to meet his family. He was watching her with something raw in his eyes, something that looked almost like hope. “Is this what you want?” she asked him, and her v
Startled, Ida's grip on Amelie's wrist loosened. Amelie's fingers slid deeper, and Ida's thighs parted without permission, as if her body had already decided her mind was still catching up.Ida's fingers tightened around Amelie's wrist before she pulled her hand out of her underwear in one smooth motion. She didn't let go of Amelie's wrist. She held it there, suspended between them, and turned to face Anton.“You're not letting me leave until I answer a question you haven't even asked,” she said as she tried to keep her voice from cracking. “That's quite a sales pitch for the family dinner.”Anton's eyes flickered and something moved behind them; amusement, maybe, or respect. He set down the wine bottle with a soft clink against the oak. “I like her,” he said, not to Ida, but to Julius. “Where'd you find this one?”Julius's jaw worked. His hand was still on Lydia's thigh, but his fingers had gone still. “College.” “She talks back,” Anton said, as if that explained everything. “She d
WARNING: Contains FF actionsIda was nervous about meeting his parents. She'd heard so much about the family, knowing they were close-knit, and she always wondered if she could ever match up to their expectations. Now that she was about to meet them, she couldn't help the way her stomach was twitching. And to top it all, she was supposed to come alone. The house was an old one that had been in the family for centuries, and it screamed of old money and connections. Getting married into the family would pave a way for her faster than anything else could. She stepped into the house after being ushered in by a butler, who made himself scarce afterwards, knowing how much the family liked their privacy during mealtime. The smell from the dining room hit her before the conversation did. It was the scent of roast beef, rosemary, and the musk of bodies in a room without windows. The heavy oak table was polished to a dull gleam, and candles were flickering in crystal holders that had probab
Ashamed of what had happened between them, Mara hid in the room from Matt. She didn't leave the bedroom until she was certain he had gone to work. She took care of the baby, to take her mind off what had taken place between her and her step-brother, and by the time the clock rolled to 9 PM, she was
He looked up at her from between her thighs, his dark eyes gleaming when he felt her freeze. “That's what you are, Mara. My sister. My leaking, desperate sister.” He lowered his mouth again, his tongue flicking her clit once, twice, making her jolt. “Say it.”She shook her head, tears spilling ane
Finally, he pulled back. Her breast slipped from his mouth with a wet sound, both nipples now red, glistening, and spent, but still eager to feel the mouth on them. A thin trickle of milk ran down the curve of her breast, and Matt chased it with his tongue, lapping to clean her. His eyes were gla
A/NThese are collections of erotic shorts, each accompanied by a brief backstory. Each story differs from the other. They are just collections, and each story will have at least 3 chaptersHAPPY READING!TAKING HIS LACTATING STEPSISTERThe baby finally slept after a long day of constant crying.







