Todos os capítulos de Sinful Lust Stories: Capítulo 251 - Capítulo 260

 The audience went wild at the sight of the slutty girl cumming a second time.    Despite shuddering and convulsing from cumming, Molly's hands clutched Dave’s thighs, dragging his cock back into her mouth, desperate for more. Dave nearly lost it at the sight. “Greedy little slut!" Her muffled moan of agreement sent another hot pulse shooting through him. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to pull back before he came.   "Stop," the producers ordered, and both of them groaned.   "What? Please, I need..." Molly trailed off. She needed more time with his cock, and preferably it would end with him spilling deep in her throat.  "We'll move to the next audition. Go get cleaned up, Molly."  She groaned, still horny as she dragged herself off the toy. She had been assigned a team

 Ethan wasn’t supposed to be home this early. The meeting had been endless, yet they stopped by four, and he had wasted two more hours at a bar, trying to waste time and perhaps forget the redhead nanny in his home.   After what happened in the bathroom, he had felt ashamed of himself and reminded him of all the reasons why he shouldn't fuck Poppy, despite badly wanting to.   All the frustration and aching need hit him when he walked into his home and saw her. Poppy was curled on the sofa in a loose cardigan and shorts, reading. Eric must have fallen asleep, and Ethan hoped his son had because he was getting mesmerised by her long, sexy legs and the way her hair spilt down her shoulders, soft, messy. His cock lurched when he saw the swell of her breasts through her top and remembered how deliciously naked they had looked. The look on her face was his undoing. He

 Thursday 2:16pm Whoo! Today was crazy. I skipped school today. I know I couldn't, Mom would probably kill me, but I had a better subject to study, Mr. Martinez. I thought he was gonna drag me to his bed and rail me like a caveman. Instead? He made me sit in a chair like some bad student. I swear, what is it with men and chairs? I had gone over to his place to be punished, and instead, he just sat me down and stayed with me for like forever.   Well, I'll admit it worked because the more I sat there before the tall man with the stern look on his face, the wetter I got. Then he started talking, and the floodgates opened. "You like spreading your legs for my son and his idiot friends?” Excuse me? My whole face went red, but my pussy clenched so hard, I almost started humping the chair.   Mr Martinez may have th

 Friday, 9:10 am Last night was crazy.   I snuck into Dean’s room like some desperate nympho (which, okay, I am). I wore just a robe. Nothing underneath because I just wanted to be shoved down and fucked, no need to waste time, dammit.  We didn’t even say “hi.” He dragged me into the bed, kissed me like he wanted to swallow me whole, and immediately shoved his hands under the robe, straight for my boobs. Dean swears by them at this rate.   “God, Celeste,” he groaned, kneading like they were stress balls. “I swear I can’t stop touching these.” I laughed and couldn't resist taunting him. He laughed that much at leaving me horny. “You act like you bought them.” “They’re mine,” he shot back, already pushing me flat on the

 Mr Martinez growled, grabbed my chin so hard I thought my jaw would crack, and hissed, “You want to be punished for spreading your legs, little girl? Is that what you came for?” So, naturally, I rolled my eyes and snapped, “All you do is talk, old man. Show me your cock already.” Yeah. That might’ve been a mistake. Hehe. But I was so done with him trying to warn me away from him that I just needed him fuck me already!  Next thing I know, I’m on my knees on the goddamn pavement. He’s got my hair wrapped in his fist, jerking my head back while I try not to moan at how good it feels.  Gosh, I never knew I was a masochist until I met this arrogant man. He leaned down, with that sexy gravel voice of his, and whispered filthy things in my ear, stuff about how I’m nothing but a spoiled little whore begging for a man twice my age to ruin