Semua Bab Sweet Surrender: A Compilation Of Spicy Erotic Confessions : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Truth Or Dare (2)I closed my eyes as Crystal kissed her way down my body, slow and hungry, like she already knew I wouldn’t stop her. When she reached my waist, she tugged my thong down along with my pants. I lifted my hips off the bed without needing to be asked, giving her what she wanted.She slid the fabric off my legs, tossed it aside, and gently pushed my thighs open. She paused.Her eyes were locked on my pussy, trimmed neat, throbbing, wet, aching for attention. I felt the air kiss my slick folds as she stared, dragging her gaze over every inch like she was memorizing it.My body begged for her. Hips twitching up, needy. I didn’t say a word. I just waited, holding my breath, silently praying for her touch.Then finally, a single finger. She slid it between my folds, slowly, deliberately, from bottom to top, stopping right at my clit. My back arched. The jolt it sent through me was sharp, almost painful in the best way.She gathered my wetness and pushed her finger inside. I g

SUMMARY:A horny woman leaves the house with no panties, just stockings, heels, and a filthy need she can’t ignore. On a packed train, things heat up fast when a stranger touches her the right way. One bold move turns into another, and soon she’s chasing that high with every stranger who gives her the look she craves. No names. No feelings. Just pure, unapologetic sex with anyone willing to take her right then and there.[Author's Note: This is pure fiction. Sex with strangers should always involve protection. Stay safe.]The train doors hissed open, and Zara stepped inside, already regretting not taking a later ride. As usual, it was packed, and there was standing room only. No one looked up. She noticed that's everyone seemed to be on their phone and had earbuds plugged in.She grabbed the overhead rail, her body swaying as the train jerked forward. The sway pushed her slightly into the man beside her. He appeared to be in his mid-forties, with a sharp suit, salt-and-pepper stubble,

She Rode More Than The Train (3)“Oh,” she said with a playful glint in her eyes, pretending not to notice his stare. “Did you get an eyeful?”He didn’t speak. He just stared, wide-eyed and speechless, like the air had been knocked from his lungs.She turned toward the French doors, letting the moonlight brush her skin. “It’s a beautiful night,” she murmured. “Let’s go for a walk in the garden.”She didn’t wait for him to answer. Her fingers slid into his, and she led him outside. Her heels clicked softly on the stone path. The warm air clung to her skin, rich with the scent of blooming roses and the faint tease of jasmine. Shadows spilled from the moon, painting the garden in silver, draping them in secrecy that felt deliciously forbidden.She pulled him toward a quiet corner, where ivy clung to a low wooden bench. She turned to face him, and the look in her eyes made it clear this wasn’t just a walk.“I want to kiss you.”He hesitated, chest rising and falling with uneven breath. Th

Summary: Maggie came to watch her son play soccer, not to get fucked in the back of her van by the boy who took him out. But when Glenn shows up with a fake apology and a cocky smile, she lets him climb into her minivan and take what he wants.No protection. No guilt. Just sweat, moans, and the kind of rough fuck a neglected MILF doesn't say no to.He put her son on the bench. Now he’s putting her on her back, and thrusting hard into her pussy. ••••••••••••••The late afternoon sun dipped low over the soccer field, casting a golden hue across the grass as Maggie Anderson stood in the bleachers, shouting over the crowd.“Yeah, kick their ass, Dan!” she screamed at her son. Her voice rang sharp and clear. She didn’t care who stared. Her son was on that field, and she wasn’t about to be quiet just because his father stayed home to finish some project that could’ve waited.Maggie stood just over five-foot-two. Her long black hair was tied back, and she wore a tight white sweater that hu

Horny MILF goes raw with her son's rival. (3)“I know my cock is bigger than your husband's.” “Oh, trust me,” she muttered, voice sultry. “He can’t even fucking compare.”Glenn grinned. “Didn’t think so.”She lowered herself slowly, her breath brushing over the swollen tip of his cock. Then her lips parted, and she began to take him in, inch by inch, until her mouth was full. Her tongue curled around the thick shaft as she moved down, swallowing every inch.Glenn groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Jesus, Maggie… your mouth feels fucking unreal.”She moaned around him, the vibrations making him hiss through his teeth. Her pace picked up, bobbing her head steadily as her hand reached to cup and massage his balls. Each movement was calculated. She was hungry now. Desperate. Her wetness grew with each one of his throaty moans.Glenn’s hips twitched and his grip tightened in her hair. He yanked gently, pulling her mouth off his cock with a wet pop.“Fuck, I almost came right ther