LOGINRiley’s hand stayed exactly where it was. Her palm pressed firmer against the thick, throbbing outline of my cock through my jeans. She squeezed again — slow, deliberate — like she was testing how hard I really was. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft as much as the denim would let her. “Riley…” I whispered again, my voice barely there. “What are you doing?” She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes were locked on mine, wide and confused, breathing fast and shallow. The same look I knew was on my own face. “I don’t know,” she finally whispered back. Her voice trembled. “I… I shouldn’t. Jake, this is so wrong.” She says, but her hand didn’t move away. If anything, she squeezed a little harder, feeling me twitch under her palm. My cock jumped again, pushing against her fingers like it had a mind of its own. Emily’s soft breathing drifted from the open bedroom door. Steady n peaceful - Completely unaware. “We can’t,” I said, the words catching in my throat. “She’s right there
*New Collection **Story Synopsis** Jake and Riley visit Emily at home while she’s bedridden with a high fever. What begins as genuine concern and love for their sick girlfriend/best friend slowly ignites into something neither ever imagined. ...... I pulled up to Emily’s house a little after 3 p.m. Riley was already waiting on the porch, backpack slung over one shoulder. She gave me a small, worried smile as I got out of the car. “Hey Jake,” she said quietly. “Thanks for coming with me. I didn’t want to come alone.” “No problem,” I replied. “How’s she doing?” “Her mom said the fever’s still pretty high and she’s been sleeping most of the day.” We let ourselves in with the spare key Emily’s parents had given us months ago. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. Emily’s parents were both at work, so it was just us. We walked straight to her bedroom. The door was open, and Emily looked small under the covers — pale face, messy hair, w
The footsteps came closer. Sophia’s eyes widened in pure panic. She quickly grabbed her tiny top, clutched it to her bare breasts, and ran barefoot out of the kitchen toward the back stairs that led to the staff quarters. Her ass jiggled as she disappeared around the corner, still half-naked. I was left standing there alone in the middle of the kitchen, shorts tented, my cock still half-hard and glistening with a mix of her juices and my cum. Claire appeared at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts that barely reached mid-thigh. Her hair was messy from bed. “Marcus? I heard noises. Everything okay?” she asked softly, walking into the kitchen. Her eyes dropped straight to my crotch. The bulge in my shorts was still obvious. Not fully hard anymore, but definitely noticeable. Claire’s face shifted for a second - surprised Yepp this was it, I thought this was going to be only and she was going to know because of my ha
I 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







