Semua Bab Through Realms Of Sins(Short Stories): Bab 121 - Bab 130

The moment Cole penetrated her, it felt like the world paused for them, they both stiffened and parted their lips in high shock, their bodies trembled and their eyes rolled to the back of their head. Cole felt like he was on fire, his body dripped with sweat and his blood surge, its was like there was something inside him that want to be let out, its screamed for him to fuck her so badly, go fast, go wild and rough but when he recalled that its been long she had done it and she needed to get used to him, he managed to endure. His dick was buried fully inside her body leaving no space at all, he couldn't see her face as he had turned her back towards him before he had entered her. He could feel her trembling body but even he still hadn't got back to his senses. “Oh my goodness—So big…”She cried out then wiggled her butt on her dick which ignited the fire inside him. “Urggh…! Fuck!” He groaned then threw back his head from the overwhelming sensations he was having. When he fel

The last few days had been exhausting for Clara. It had been filled with being teased by the man she was defending against, and searching for evidence just to win the case of her client. These days, she felt so guilty facing her client because she knew hours or minutes ago, the same man she should be fighting against for him might have been in her office and they could be doing dirty things and what she was ashamed of was that she always found herself unable to resist Leonard. This man always had a way to make her go putty and weak. The way his eyes darken when he looked at her which enchanted her every single time, the way his lips moved on hers and the way he was always so domineering when teasing her body, it was just too…overwhelming and it always left her in a daze. How had she gotten herself into this forbidden situation? She had only taken this case because she had dislikes towards people like him and she felt unfair and angry after hea

“Ahhh! So big… Mhm~Leo…Easy!” A loud moan could be heard in the room, though it was enough to make one bleed from the nose. The voice sounded lustful, soft and sensual making one have heavenly dreams. The voice belongs to Clara who had her face turned to the wall with her butt shot out and behind her is a man whose dick was connected to her pussy. Both stiffened when they felt each other, the feeling was so intense, so wild and crazy. Clara felt full when the curvy, thick and long dick entered her. She had never felt this filled up before and it made her pussy which had long been hungry release many juices which also eased the pain inside her. Her sensitive walls clamped his dick and tightened it so much making Leonard sweat from the pain of not being able to move. “Urghh…” He groaned painfully, then leaned forward to bite her ear, and blew in air, then he whispered, “Go easy on me, my juicy Mama… relax and let me service y

The morning bell hasn’t even rung yet and the main elevator is already a sardine tin: fifteen students, two teachers, backpacks and briefcases crushing everyone together. The doors are just about to close when Rina slips in last, tiny pleated skirt barely covering her ass, lips still glossy from the stairwell blowbang she just gave half the soccer team. She smirks, smug, untouchable.Akira stands directly behind her, a tall, black uniform perfect expression carved from ice. No one notices his hand sliding past hips and elbows until his long fingers find the emergency stop button between floors 12 and 13.Click.The elevator lurches, lights dim to that sickly yellow emergency glow, and the car freezes.Dead silence.Rina starts to turn, “What the fu—”Akira’s lips brush her ear, voice so cold it burns.“You’ve been avoiding me, slut. Not anymore.”His hand is already under her skirt, two fingers hooking her soaked lace panties and yanking them aside. The fabric rips quietly.Rina’s eye

The morning rush hour train was a living thing, hot, sweaty bodies crushed together like sardines in a can. The air smelled of cheap perfume mixed with male sweat and metal. Laila, a twenty-two-year-old college girl in a short pleated skirt and white blouse, stood face-to-face against the doors of car 8. Her small hands gripped the cold steel pole. Her cheek pressed flat against the glass. Every time the train jerked she felt another body slam into her back.Behind her stood a tall man in a dark suit. Mid-forties maybe. Neat black hair already going a little gray at the sides. Expensive cologne. His chest was against her shoulders. His hips were against her ass. At first she told herself it was only the crowd. Tokyo trains were always like this. Nothing new.Then she felt it. Something thick and hard slowly grew against the soft fabric of her skirt. The man did not move away. Instead he pushed forward on purpose. His bulge rubbed up and down the crack of her ass with every sway of the