เข้าสู่ระบบAurora I woke up craving some thick cocks again. That empty ache between my legs was the first thing I noticed. It always hit me like that…sharp, demanding, and impossible to ignore. My body didn’t care that it was summer break, that I was stuck at home instead of in some guy’s bed back at campus. I shifted under the sheets, thighs pressing together, and the pressure only made it worse. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric of my tank top. I was soaked. Just from waking up. I’d been the college slut ever since day one. Everyone knew it. I didn’t even try to hide it. Handsome boys, athletes, the quiet ones who looked like they studied too hard… it didn’t matter… If they had a thick, long, veiny cock and knew how to use it, I found a way to get it inside me. I couldn’t live a day without that stretch, that deep fill that made my thoughts go blank. Sex wasn’t just fun... It was necessary. Like breathing. But it was summer now. Holiday season. My parents had left t
Amaya. I had always been curious about big black cocks, but I never thought I’d actually get to experience one—let alone two at the same time. And all changed when I met Marcus and Jamal at a jazz club downtown. They're the most handsome twins in the city. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey and cigarettes, and the low hum of the saxophone filled the room. I was nursing my third drink when I first noticed them—tall, muscular, with dark skin that glistened under the dim lights. Marcus had a sharp jawline and a smirk that made my stomach flutter. Jamal, on the other hand, had deep-set eyes that seemed to undress me without touching me. They spotted me too. Marcus leaned over to Jamal and said something, and they both turned their heads toward me, their gazes locking onto mine. My breath hitched. I didn’t look away. I couldn’t. There was something about the way they looked at me— like they already knew what I liked
Marcus I didn’t give her time to decide.I pushed inside her in one brutal thrust.Angela’s body arched hard against the arm of the couch. A broken sound tore out of her throat—half scream, half sob. Her hands clawed at the pillows. I buried myself to the hilt and stayed there, breathing hard, feeling her cunt clench and quiver around me like it was trying to push me out and pull me deeper at the same time.“Fuck,” I gritted out. “You’re so damn… tight.”She didn’t answer. Her forehead pressed into the couch. Her shoulders shook.I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back inside her. The wet sound of it filled the quiet living room. Her body jerked forward with every thrust. I reached under her, cupped one soft breast, and squeezed. Her nipple was already hard against my palm.“Marcus…” My name came out cracked.I leaned over her back, still driving into her, and put my mouth on the side of her neck. “C'mon, say that again. I want to hear it.”She didn’t.I fucked her harder. T
Marcus I had been craving her since the day my mom married her dad.Angela Vale. She was twenty years old, with a soft voice that always dropped when she got nervous. Soft everything. The kind of shyness that made men lean closer just to catch what she said. I watched her move through the house like she still wasn’t sure she belonged here, and every time she did, my cock got hard.I never had the courage to tell her. I couldn't. It was inappropriate; even though we aren't related by blood, but the way our parents brought us looked like one.Every night, I locked my bedroom door and stroked myself thinking about her. Sometimes when the house went quiet enough, I risked walking down the hall to her room when she was out. I would open her laundry basket, take a pair of her panties, and press the soft cotton to my face. The faint scent of her cunt hit me hardest. I would wrap the fabric around my cock and fuck my fist until I came so hard my knees nearly gave out, heart still racing, and
Derek. “Go home, Lena,” I said, still catching my breath on the couch. My cock was still wet from her. “You can come back after your mom leaves for night duty.” She sat up, hair messy, cheeks flushed. I could see the sadness in her eyes. “You sure… I mean… or don't want me again?” “No dear... I need you to come back when it’s quiet… I don't want us to get caught or suspected by anyone.” “Fine…” she groaned. “I'm gonna come back… I'm not done with this cock yet.” She bit her lip and pulled her clothes back on. I watched every move. The way her shorts slid over her ass. The way her tank top stretched across her tits. She leaned down and kissed me once, softly, then left just like that. I locked the door behind her and stood there in the dark living room. I couldn’t forget how her pussy felt around me. Tight. Wet. Clenching every time I pushed deep. The way she came on my cock and whispered my name like it was a secret she wasn’t supposed to say out loud. I kept replaying it. The h
DerekThe late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting long golden streaks across the living room carpet. I was sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, not really watching anything. My mind was elsewhere, roaming through the usual thoughts of the weekend ahead. That’s when the doorbell rang.I stretched lazily, my muscles protesting after a long week at the office, and padded barefoot to the door. Through the peephole, I saw her—Lena, my neighbor’s daughter, standing there with a hesitant smile. She was holding a casserole dish wrapped in foil, her cheeks flushed from the sun. She must have just gotten off work at the diner down the street.I opened the door, and the scent of something cheesy and baked hit me immediately. Lena’s eyes flicked up to mine, her lashes fluttering a little as she adjusted the dish in her hands "Hey, Mr. Carter," she said, her voice soft but cheerfu







