LOGINMy breath came in ragged gulps as Dylan’s hot seed flooded within me, each thick pulse painting the inner walls of my pussy with molten heat. I could feel his cock throbbing, a living piston that refused to soften, still buried deep inside my pussy as his hips gave a final, shuddering jerk. The sensation was almost painful in its intensity, a delicious, almost brutal fullness that made my inner muscles clench involuntarily, trying to milk every last drop from him.The girl between my legsdidn’t pause. She lifted her head just enough to catch my gaze, a smirk playing on her swollen lips. Her tongue, still slick with Janice’s juices, flicked out to trace a slow, deliberate line from the base of my clit up to the swollen hood, then dove back in, sucking hard as if she wanted to draw out every echo of the orgasm still rippling through Janice’s body.“Fuck… you’re amazing,” I gasped, my voice hoarse from the scream that had torn from her throat. I could feel the girl’s nails digging l
Dylan’s voice dropped from the raw, animalistic groan of his release to something harder, edged with authority. “What about my son, Janice?” he asked, his eyes locking onto mine even as his chest still heaved from the aftershocks. The pink‑haired girl licked a stray bead of cum from her chin and smirked, her tongue flashing pink against the pale skin of her lower lip. I could feel the wet heat still throbbing between my legs, Dylan’s softening cock slipping out of me with a slick, wet pop that left a glistening trail on my thigh. My own orgasm had left me trembling, every nerve humming like a live wire, but Dylan’s question snapped a thread of curiosity through the haze. I swallowed, my throat dry despite the saliva still coating my lips from the girl’s eager mouth. “He’s… he’s fine,” I managed, my voice hoarse. “He’s asleep in the other room. He won’t hear us.” "Always asleep. so he just let you come to me. he is more useless than I thought." Dylan’s gaze softened just a
The clock ticked toward nine and Roy had already slid the deadbolt into place. I lay on the mattress, thumb scrolling through endless feeds, the low hum of the air‑conditioner the only sound besides his steady breathing. He kept his eyes on me, a hungry glare that said he knew I was itching to bolt. For the tenth time he’d asked if I wanted to stay, and for the tenth time I’d shaken my head, my voice tight with a mix of dread and something shamefully eager.The room smelled of fried chips and sweet soda; Roy had turned the couch into a makeshift buffet, piling snacks high enough to keep anyone occupied for hours. I had no plausible excuse to slip out, until my gaze landed on the cracked window above the sill, its latch rusted but still turnable.“Baby—” I whispered, letting the word hang in the air like a promise.“Yes, my love?” He answered instantly, his tone too eager, too practiced. It felt off, like he was waiting for a cue.“Let me bathe you. I’ll take you to the shower.” I
I bucked back against him, trying to meet each thrust, my ass clenching around his cock as if trying to keep him buried forever.The room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, wet and loud, interspersed with my ragged breaths and his guttural grunts. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my back, mixing with the sheen already coating our skin. Every thrust sent a jolt of pain‑pleasure up my spine, making my vision blur at the edges.He leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my ear. “Cum for me,” he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through my bones. I obeyed, my orgasm exploding with a force that left me seeing white. My walls clamped down in violent spasms, a hoarse scream tearing from my throat as I shuddered uncontrollably, my body shaking like a leaf in a storm.He followed a heartbeat later, his cock pulsing as he flooded me with hot, thick cum, his hips jerking with each spurt as he filled me completely. “We’r
He pushed into me with a slow, deliberate thrust that made my inner walls stretch and flutter around his thick shaft. The head of his cock dragged over the sensitive ridge just inside me, sending a jolt of pleasure that coiled low in my belly. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, the heat of his body searing through the sweat‑slicked skin of my thighs.“Please…baby..” I whispered, my voice raw from the earlier screams.He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, and growled, “Keep begging like that.. it suits you.”A feral smile twisted his lips, and without another word he rolled me onto my back, spreading my legs wide and positioning himself between them. The anger that had been simmering beneath his skin flared brighter, but it was now threaded with a desperate, almost reverent need to own me completely. I could feel the pulse of his cock throbbing against my entrance, each beat a promise of the claim he was about to
The sun climbed higher, spilling amber across the rumpled sheets as Roy’s hips began to piston with a ferocity that made the headboard creak. Each thrust was a blunt accusation, his cock dragging hard against my slick walls, the head catching on my swollen clit before slamming deeper. I could feel the heat of his fury radiating from his chest, the way his jaw clenched every time he buried himself to the hilt.“You liked it when he… when he filled you,” he growled, his voice low and ragged, the words scraping against my ear like sandpaper. “You let him use you while I was… while I was still trying to figure out how to make your vacation better.”I moaned, arching my back to meet his thrusts, the sting of his words mixing with the molten pleasure coiling low in my belly. “I… I needed to feel wanted,” I gasped, my fingers digging into the mattress as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, the impact sending a shockwave through my pelvis.He didn’t answer with words,
All I could remember was holding onto the rug for my dear life as my body moved recklessly against the floor.“Ohh..Liam..harder.” I whimpered, almost screaming. With this sheer amount of overstimulating pressure, I felt like I could literally die from the agony of holding back my voice.“Liam! Ope
“Hold it,” he commanded, his voice dark and demanding as he buried his fingers even deeper inside me.“Fuck!” I gasped. Hold it? Was that even physically possible! “I can't, sir.”The ceiling of his office blurred above me; I couldn't fight the wave anymore.“Please, Liam…ahh! Let me cum;” I pleade
My body froze in place as I stood in front of Professor Liam ‘s office. My hands shook slightly as I lifted it to knock.What was I fidgeting for? Certainly not for my grade. I had never seen Prof. Liam cough before, but today he gave off a subtle dark smile after issuing those “Stay behind” word
I flung my bag across the room, my body landing hard on the mattress it had been yearning for all day. I stared up at the ceiling, scrolling through the messy blueprints and exhausted lines blurring in my head. Architecture wasn't for the weak. And I wasn't just anyone. I am Ciara Miller. A twen







