ANMELDENClara obeyed quickly, pulling the tank top over her head. Her heavy breasts bounced free, dark nipples hard and pointing upward. Lucas grabbed one breast with his large hand, squeezing hard, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger while he went back to thrusting his fingers into her pussy."Damn, what tasty tits... I'm gonna fuck them later. But first, I'm gonna eat this pussy with my mouth."He knelt on the floor between her legs, spread her thighs as wide as possible, and buried his face in her slick pussy. His wide tongue licked from her entrance to her clit, sucking the swollen bud hard, drawing it into his hot mouth. Two fingers thrust deep again, fucking her while his mouth sucked relentlessly.Clara screamed in pleasure, her hands digging into his short hair, her hips grinding against his face."That's it... suck my pussy... lick everything... fuck, what a delicious tongue!"Lucas growled against her wet flesh, vibrating her clit, thrusting his fingers faster and f
The next day, Clara woke up with her pussy still throbbing from the orgasm of the night before. The thong panties she had worn were thrown on the floor, stained with dried lubrication and cum. She picked up Lucas's card from the nightstand, ran her thumb over the numbers, and felt her clit swell just imagining that hoarse voice ordering her to spread her legs. She couldn't stand imagining anymore. She wanted to feel it. She wanted his cock stretching her for real, she wanted the smell of sweaty man, the weight of his muscular body on top of her, the wet sound of a rough fuck.She took a deep breath, her heart racing, and dialed the number before she lost her nerve."Hello?" His deep voice answered on the second ring."Lucas? This is Clara, from the 12th floor... the one with the thong panties last night," she said, her voice coming out huskier than intended. "I need... research for my new book. The protagonist is a firefighter. Can I buy you a coffee? Or better... a beer here at home?
Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.That hot Friday night, the apartment’s air conditioning was struggling against the humid heat of the city. Clara sat in the swivel chair of her improvised office, wearing nothing but a tiny black thong that was already completely soaked and an old, oversized rock band t-shirt that barely covered the lower curve of her round ass. Her heavy breasts swung freely under the thin fabric, dark hard nipples brushing against the cotton with every movement.Her fingers flew across the laptop keyboard, but the scene wasn’t coming out the way she wanted. She was
The threesome between Pathy, Stefan, and Alex had become permanent—an unbreakable union of dirty lust and carnal desires that eclipsed any remnant of a normal life. After the wild night at the hotel, where Pathy had been fucked until dawn, cocks wrecking her holes and cum splattered everywhere, she could no longer stand the farce of her marriage. Marcos, her boring husband and useless in bed, was left behind with a cold note: “I’m leaving. I’ve found someone who actually fucks me properly.”Pathy moved into the shared house of Stefan and Alex, a spacious loft on the outskirts of the city, where days turned into nights of constant orgies—thick cocks filling her mouth in the morning, double penetration in the afternoon, and light whippings at night, leaving her perpetually swollen and dripping with semen. “Fuck, this is living… two studs using me as their personal whore, filling my holes every single day,” she thought, her body marked with bites and slaps, her pussy throbbing with etern
The lust between Pathy, Stefan, and Alex had escalated to insane levels, a spiral of raw fucking that consumed them day and night, leaving Pathy with a sore pussy and asshole from so much thick cock wrecking her, cum still dripping for hours after every encounter. After the domination games in Alex’s bedroom, where she had been handcuffed and whipped until she begged for hot semen filling her holes, the threesome decided to take the game even further: they rented a luxurious suite in a five-star hotel in the city center, a place of opulence with a private jacuzzi, a king-size bed covered in silk sheets, and mirrors on the ceiling reflecting every depravity. The room was spacious, with marble walls, dimmable lights in deep red tones, and a minibar stocked with champagne, but they weren’t there for romance—it was for an entire night of dirty orgy, fucking until dawn, sweaty bodies intertwining in sticky fluids.Pathy, addicted to their cocks, arrived at the hotel dressed like a high-cla
The threesome between Pathy, Stefan, and Alex grew stronger every day, turning into an addictive obsession of raw, limitless fucking, with daily encounters that left bodies marked, holes sore, and minds overflowing with dirty lust. After the first sharing session in Stefan’s apartment, where Pathy had been double-penetrated until she came screaming, they couldn’t stop: they fucked in the car, in dark alleys, in bar bathrooms, always with thick cocks wrecking hungry holes, cum dripping everywhere. Pathy, once an unsatisfied wife, was now an insatiable slut, pushing her husband Marcos further aside, inventing excuses to disappear at night and return with a swollen pussy and an asshole throbbing with someone else’s semen. “Fuck, these two have turned me into a whore… I need their cocks filling me every day, wrecking me until I can’t take it anymore,” she thought, furiously masturbating at home while Marcos slept, fantasizing about the next fucks.In the third chapter, the lust escalated
The rain drummed against the living room windows, heralding what was to come. Marina snuggled up on the couch, her bare feet tucked under the silk shorts that rose with every shift. The movie playing on the TV was just white noise — she had purposely chosen that cliché romantic comedy, knowing Rica
HenriqueShort enough to kill my appetite the moment I sat down at the table.And the trouble was, she noticed it.But now... now she was all grown up. And there were no more excuses.Black. Delicate. Damn."Would you care for some wine?" I inquired, striving to maintain a steady voice."I would."
The cab pulled up to a house Alyssa hadn't laid eyes on in years. The weather-beaten iron gate was tinged with rust, and the once pristine garden now bore signs of neglect. She drew in a deep breath, feeling the weight of the suitcase in her hands and an even heavier burden in her chest. "All paid
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