Stella pushed her bag closer to the wardrobe and opened it. She slowly brought out her clothes, folding some and placing others on hangers. The room was quiet, with only the sound of the hangers sliding across the rod. She arranged her shoes neatly under the wardrobe and set her books on the pink-colored desk.When she finished, she let out a small breath and looked around. The space already felt more like hers. She took a towel and went into the bathroom. The warm water washed the long day away, and she stood there for a while letting it run down her body. When she came out, her skin glowed fresh, and her hair clung damp against her shoulders. She slipped into a simple top and shorts before leaving the room. She already felt at home.The sound of the television guided her back to the sitting room. Desmond was still on the couch, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as a football match played on the screen. His blue eyes lit up when the ball neared the goal, but he noticed
The house was calm that afternoon. Desmond sat on the couch, watching the television as he stretched his tall frame across the cushions. He was wearing only a pair of shorts, and the light from the window fell across his bare chest and the rippled lines of muscle that marked his stomach. His blue eyes stayed glued on the screen, watching a football match by his favorite club.The sound of the front door opening pulled him back. He turned his head and saw his father step into the house with bags in his hands. He wasn't surprised. He was expecting him to come back with bags since he would be bringing his newly married wife and her daughter. He hadn't seen them before, and he couldn't wait to see what they looked like.Just as his father stepped into the house, a young-looking woman in her forties came in right after him, and another amazing-looking figure followed close behind her.His father’s face was full of joy. He has this kind of smile he hasn't seen for a long period of time. Des
(Next Week)Donald walked into the hospital, fully ready to end everything with Clara. He has made up his mind, and nothing would stop him, even if she tries to seduce him. He can't afford to lose his beautiful, caring, and lovely girlfriend because of a nurse.As he approached Clara’s office, his heart began to race. He knew she wouldn't feel happy, but he had to make the right decision. He got to her door and knocked. In less than ten seconds, the door opened and he walked in.Clara sat at her desk, her lips already curling into that sly smile she always gave him. She rose gracefully, closing the folder she was reading. “Donald,” she purred, her eyes gleaming. “Right on time. I know you will come. I was wondering how many rounds you’d give me today.”Her gaze flicked to his crotch as if expecting to see the evidence of his arousal already straining for her. She moved toward him, swaying her hips.Donald raised his hand, stopping her before she reached him. “Clara. I didn’t come here
Soon, she began to feel him getting hard again. She smiled and kissed him harder.They kissed for some moments before she pulled back. "You are getting hard already." She said. "They didn’t just treat you, Donald. They turned you into a beast.”Her pussy pressed against his cock, and she raised herself and sank her pussy onto it. She swallowed his whole length again and trapped it inside her hot pussy.Donald grinned and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her tighter to himself. "And you love the beast they turned me into."Susan moaned as she began to grind against him. “Yeah. I don’t ever want the old Donald back. I want this one. The beast.”Their lips crashed together again, hot and hungry, as she began to ride him. Soon, it turned into a wild ride. Her nails dug into his chest as she began to ride him, bouncing with reckless abandon, her breasts swaying as her moans echoed in the room.Donald’s hands held her hips, guiding her rhythm, but his mind wasn’t fully there. Every
“You’re gonna take it,” he growled, spanking her ass with a loud crack. Her flesh bounced, her pussy tightening even more around him. “I don’t care if you’re cumming. I’ll fuck you through every orgasm you’ve got.”Susan moaned helplessly as her voice broke into wild cries. “Yes! Yes—don’t stop! Fuck me harder, Donald!”Her hips began to move again, grinding against him as she tried to ride the thrusts he drove into her. Her breasts bounced against his chest, causing her nipples to rub against him.Donald slapped her ass again, this time, harder. “This ass is mine. This pussy is mine. You’ll cum as many times as I want.”Her cries grew louder, raw with surrender and ecstasy. “It’s yours! All yours! I love you, Donald! Don’t stop fucking me!”His cock pistoned up into her as her juices gushed down onto his balls. She shook violently as another orgasm ripped through her. Donald’s grip on her ass grew rougher. His fingers were digging into her flesh as he drove up into her mercilessly.
He gave her one last thrust and slowly pulled out. Susan turned immediately and dragged him down to the bed. "Let me ride you."Donald lay back on the bed, his chest slick with sweat. His cock still stood proud, wet, swollen and throbbing with the need for more. She climbed onto him slowly and straddled his thighs, her knees pressing into the mattress. Her pussy hovered above him, hungry to swallow his whole length. She grabbed his shaft in one hand and began to stroke him while watching him. She has fantasize riding him for a long time. Today, she was going to do it."Mmm,” she moaned, teasing his tip against her clit, smearing herself with his slick. “You are still very hard, Donald. That’s what I’ve been wanting from you.”Donald groaned and traced his hands to her hips, but she slapped them away with a grin. “No. I’m in charge now. You are mine.”She lifted herself and positioned his dick at her entrance, then lowered herself down. The thick crown of his cock parted her folds and