Sweet Surrender: A Compilation Of Spicy Erotic Confessions のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

My wife's dirty fantasy (8)I broke the kiss and looked down. Her other hand was wrapped around Jordan’s cock, stroking him slowly. His fingers were between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her shorts. I stared at the smooth, teasing circles he made on her pussy, and I felt my cóck grow rock hard.Then, I reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and pulled it off, releasing her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently and flicking it with my tongue.Jordan slipped her panties down, exposing her soaked pussy. He leaned in and started to tongue her lips, slow and deliberate. Her hips twitched at the contact, and she moaned deep in her throat.After a few minutes of this, Grace let go of both our cocks and gasped, “Fuck, boys—if you keep that up, I’m gonna cum too damn fast.”She pushed us back. “Lie down. Both of you.”We obeyed without a word. She knelt between us, took our cocks in each hand, and began stroking us slowly, eyes flicking between our faces. Then she dropp

Janice melts on her knees, desperate to be owned and used by her ruthless female boss who’s been dominating her fantasies••••••••••••••••••••••I melted on my knees, desperate to be owned and used by my ruthless female boss who had been dominating my fantasies.My skin flushed hot under the way Alex, my gorgeous African American boss, stared at me. Her sharp cheekbones and flawless dark skin had always caught my attention, but now, kneeling before her, those feelings hit harder than I ever expected. There was a raw hunger in her eyes, like I was nothing more than a willing plaything.I knew she was right. I would do anything she wanted. I’d been attracted to her ever since I was hired to dance at her club. I’d seen Alex in action managing the place and admired her strength, passion, and no-nonsense style. I loved how she pulled her hair into a tight bun. I felt more comfortable and secure working for her than I ever had anywhere else. I found myself fantasizing about her often—both a

Punish My Tits, Ma'am. (3)I scrambled to the couch the second Alex gave me that look. My heart was racing, already aching for her approval. I leaned back, spread my legs wide, and gave her a full view of my smooth, glistening pussy, freshly waxed just for tonight. I wanted her eyes on me. I needed her attention.She stepped forward with a slow, deliberate pace, her eyes dark with hunger. Her voice was low, sharp, and dripping with control.“Nice pussy, slut. Too bad it’s about to get thoroughly abused. And you know good little sluts keep their legs open wide when their pussies are punished, right? Because if they don’t…” She trailed off, smirking. “They regret it.”I shivered from her tone, biting my lip. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll keep my pussy spread wide open for you. I want to be your good little slut, Ma’am.” My voice came out breathy, needy, and that made her smile.She walked behind me and returned with the flogger, dragging the soft leather tips along my thigh before lifting it away.

Punish My Tits, Ma'am. (5)Minutes passed, and I was thinking about the outfit Alex had on.Her blouse was crisp white, tucked neatly into tailored trousers that hugged her hips in that arrogant, confident way she always carried herself. But it was the boots that did it.It was black, polished and sharp. The same boots I couldn’t stop thinking about since the last time she broke me apart and rebuilt me in her image.Her eyes caught mine. Of course they did."I see you staring at my boots, slut."Her voice was smooth.She took a step forward, then nudged the toe of her boot right against my cunt. Right where I was already aching.I whimpered before I could stop myself.But I didn’t move. Not an inch. I stayed still, hands clasped behind me, jaw clenched, waiting.Wanting. Fighting the pull to grind down and get what I craved. Because I knew the rules: I only got what she gave me. And I wanted to please her more than I wanted to breathe.She pushed her boot a little harder and pressed i

I was alone in my apartment, and the quiet was both comforting and dangerous. My roommate Dana was working late, and James, my boyfriend, was off on one of his yearly guy trips with his cousins It was some stupid tradition they’d been keeping since forever.So there I was, sitting by myself with nothing but the flickering TV and my phone to keep me company. I turned on the TV and started scrolling through social media. It was the usual nonsense — prank videos that made me cringe, makeup fails that made me laugh, and, of course, those stupid thirst traps of hot guys flexing like they owned the world. I watched mindlessly, but hours slipped by without me noticing.When I finally glanced at the clock, it was just after seven in the evening. I blinked and whispered to myself, “Where did my entire evening go?” I’d wasted hours on dumb clips and lazy tutorials, and now I was stuck feeling empty and a little mad at myself. Plus, I was hungry.I stood up and stretched, deciding I’d take a qu