เข้าสู่ระบบJasmine's second orgasm explodes through her, and this one is even more intense than the first. She's screaming his name, Kevin's name, unable to form coherent words, completely surrendered to the sensation of being completely owned.After her second orgasm, Darius and Kevin pull out completely, and Jasmine collapses on the mat, completely exhausted. But they're not done with her yet."Roll over," Kevin instructs, and Jasmine obeys immediately.Darius re-enters Jasmine's pussy from the front, and this time she can see his face, can see his expressions as he fucks her, can feel completely connected to him despite the fact that he's a complete stranger.Kevin positions himself at her mouth. "Open," he says, and Jasmine opens, taking his massive cock into her throat without hesitation.She's back to being double-penetrated...pussy and mouth, and the sensations are combining to push her toward her third orgasm with incredible speed.Darius fucks her with controlled intensity, hitting her
Jasmine barely slept last night. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Darius's massive cock inside her, heard Kevin's voice commanding her to open her mouth, remembered the sensation of being completely filled by both of them simultaneously.Marcus slept soundly beside her, completely unaware that his wife spent the night fantasizing about returning to the beach, about what the intermediate level of "training" would entail, about surrendering completely to two strangers once again.When morning came, she told Marcus she was going for an early beach walk. He barely acknowledged her, still half-asleep, completely unconcerned about where she was going or what she was doing.By nine-thirty AM, Jasmine is back on the beach, wearing the same white bikini, walking the same path toward where she met Darius and Kevin yesterday. Her pussy is already wet with anticipation, already clenching with the knowledge of what's about to happen.They're waiting for her, already set up with a yoga mat
Jasmine knows what's happening. She's not naive, she can see the erection in Kevin's shorts, she can see the way both men are looking at her, she can feel the sexual tension that's replaced the friendly fitness instruction.The smart thing would be to excuse herself, to go back to her husband, to end this before it goes any further.But Jasmine doesn't leave."So," Darius says, sitting down on the sand next to her yoga mat, "we're thinking you have real potential. With proper training, you could develop some incredible flexibility.""What kind of training?" Jasmine asks, even though she already knows the answer."The kind that requires one-on-one instruction," Kevin says, also sitting down. "The kind that requires you to really trust your trainer, to let them guide your body into positions that stretch it in ways you've never experienced."Jasmine's pulse is racing. She should say no. She should absolutely say no. But instead, she finds herself saying, "I think I'd like that.""Yeah?"
The beach is perfect today....white sand, clear water, the kind of afternoon where the sun is warm but not brutal. Marcus and Jasmine came here for a holiday, a chance to escape the city and reconnect as a couple. They've been married for eight years, and lately, their sex life has become predictable, comfortable, but missing something.Jasmine is thirty-two, with the kind of body that turns heads.....curves in all the right places, skin that's smooth and unblemished, a confidence that comes from knowing exactly how good she looks. She's wearing a white bikini that contrasts beautifully against her skin, and when she tells Marcus she's going to stretch and relax, he barely registers it."I'm going to work on my flexibility," Jasmine says. "I'll be just down the beach."Marcus nods, already settling into his beach chair with a book. "Take your time. I'll be here."***Jasmine walks down the beach until she finds a quiet spot, and she lays out her yoga mat. The beach is still visible fr
When her orgasm subsides, Sebastian pulls out completely. But he's not done with her yet. He pulls her back inside the penthouse, and everyone who's gathered at the windows parts to make room.Sebastian leads Sophia to the center of the main room, and he's positioning her in front of everyone...completely naked, completely exposed, completely claimed."She's going to stay here for the rest of the evening," Sebastian announces to the gathered crowd. "She's going to be available for anyone who wants to participate."Sophia's eyes widen. She didn't expect this level of complete surrender, didn't expect to be offered to everyone at the party. But the knowledge that she's about to be completely owned by multiple people, that her complete destruction is about to become a group effort, is making her arousal spike to unprecedented levels.A man approaches, someone from the party whose name Sophia doesn't know. Sebastian gives him a nod, and the man is pulling her against him, positioning his
The invitation is simple: "An evening of unbridled pleasure. Discretion guaranteed. Anything goes."That's all it says, but Sophia understands exactly what it means. She's been in elite circles long enough to know that when billionaires throw "exclusive parties," they mean parties where the normal rules of society don't apply.Sophia is thirty-four, recently divorced from a husband who was more interested in his portfolio than in his wife's satisfaction. She's beautiful in a way that turns heads.....dark hair, sharp cheekbones, a body that suggests she takes care of herself. She's also intelligent, which is dangerous, because she knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to pursue it.The penthouse belongs to Sebastian Crane, a billionaire real estate developer in his late forties who has a reputation for owning what he wants. That reputation extends to people, which is precisely why Sophia accepted the invitation.When she arrives at the penthouse on the fifty-fifth floor, it's a







