LOGINI couldn’t stop. Bent over the kitchen counter, Sophia’s tiny pink shorts were pulled down just below her ass. My thick cock still buried deep inside her tight, wet pussy. Every slow thrust made her whimper quietly, her bare tits pressed against the cold marble. “Sir… please…” she breathed, voice shaking. “Your wife is right upstairs.” That only made me fuck her harder. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, keeping one hand wrapped lightly around her throat. My hips slapped against her ass with wet, dirty sounds that seemed way too loud in the silent house. “Shut up and take it,” I growled in her ear. “You came down here dressed like a whore with no bra, tiny shorts that barely cover your pussy and now you’re going to feel what happens when you tease the man of the house.” Sophia moaned softly, pushing her ass back against me. Her pussy was dripping, gripping me tight with every thrust. I reached around and squeezed one of her tits hard, pinching th
I got home around 9:30 pm, still smelling like sex and Elena’s perfume no matter how much I’d tried to wash up in the office bathroom. My cock was sore and my head was spinning. Karen was waiting in the living room when I walked in. She gave that way smiled, that tired wife smile and came straight over. “Hey babe,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. She kissed me full on the lips, sweet and loving, the kind of kiss we’d had a thousand times. “Long day?” “Yeah… meetings ran late,” I lied, kissing her back. My stomach twisted, but my dick gave a weak twitch anyway. Our two-year-old son Max was already asleep upstairs. Claire looked exhausted but happy, wearing one of my old t-shirts that hung loose on her. We went to bed together next like usual. She cuddled up against me, her hand resting on my chest. I stared at the ceiling, Elena’s moans still ringing in my ears, the feeling of cumming deep inside her sister still fresh. ....*Midnight Around midnig
Karen’s text lit up the phone right next to Elena’s hip. *Hey babe, just checking in. You coming home soon? Love you.* I stared at the screen for half a second. My wife. My son’s mom. The woman I was supposed to be faithful to. And here I was, balls-deep in her younger sister. The guilt of it hit me deep like a punch… but it only made my cock twitch harder inside Elena’s soaked pussy. “Fuck,” I breathed. Elena looked at the phone, then back at me. Her eyes were dark and shini gong. That curly little smile came back, bigger this time. “She has no idea,” she whispered, squeezing her pussy around me. “Her husband is buried inside me right now.” The words made something snap. I pulled out halfway and slammed back in hard, Elena gasped. I grabbed her throat again choking her hard hardly able to breathe, and started fucking her like I hated her for this to me -- Rough, brutal mean thrusts. The desk shook under her ass with every thrust. Almost like it's about to coll
I couldn’t hold back anymore. My mouth crashed into hers - hard, hungry. She kissed me back like she’d been waiting for this exact second her whole life, her tongue sliding against mine, tasting like mint and lipstick. My hand stayed wrapped around her throat, not choking too tight but enough to feel her pulse hammering under my fingers. My other hand squeezed her tit harder, fuckin tighter, rolling that stiff nipple between my thumb and finger until she moaned right into my mouth. “Marcus…” she breathed against my lips, her voice all shaky and needy. I pulled back just enough to look at her. Skirt hiked up, blouse ripped open, tits out and legs spread around me on my own desk. My wife’s little sister. Fuck. I shoved her blouse the rest of the way off her shoulders and let it drop and then I yanked her skirt up higher around her waist, no panties, just her smooth, wet pussy right there, already shining. I could see how turned on she was. “Been waiting for this?” I asked
*New Collection **Story Synopsis** Married CEO Marcus has spent months fighting the daily temptation of his wife’s seductive younger sister Elena, who works in his office and dresses to torment him with flirty, unreadable glances. On a silent afternoon when they’re completely alone, his iron control finally shatters. ....... The office was dead quiet. Everyone else had left early for the long weekend. Just me and Elena remaining. The lights in the open-plan area were turned off, only my desk lamp and the city glow through the big windows were still on. I sat there pretending to read the same email for the tenth time, but my eyes kept drifting to her. She was at the filing cabinet across the room, sorting papers. That white silk blouse she had on was way too tight, the top two buttons undone so I could see the soft curve of her tits every time she moved. No bra,again🤦 Her black skirt hugged her ass and stopped high on her thighs, those red heels making her legs loo
Jay’s massive dick jerked hard in front of us, spitting another thick rope of precum onto the hardwood. The puddle under his knees was already the size of a dinner plate. His glasses were completely fogged. The black leather collar around his skinny neck looked obscene against his pale chest. I smiled wider. “Untie him,” I told Sophie. “We’re going to dress our new pet properly before we break him in.” Sophie cut the cheer ribbon off his wrists with her teeth. Kaylee grabbed the small bag we’d brought and pulled out the humiliating little outfit I’d picked: a tiny pink cheer skirt from my freshman year that would barely cover his ass, and a pair of my white lace panties stretched to the limit by that fat cock. “Arms up, property,” I ordered. Jay stood on shaky legs, cock bobbing heavily. We slid the skirt up his thighs. It sat ridiculously high, the hem brushing the underside of his balls. The panties went on next—lace stretched obscenely around the thick base of h







