All Chapters of Kiss me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AnnaThey say desire is dangerous. I say it’s the most powerful weapon a woman can wield.I’m Anna. Twenty-two. Young, determined, and hungry , not for love, but for power, pleasure… and control.When I first walked into that house, I was stunned. Marble floors, glass walls, imported art from cities I only knew through Instagram. Wealth like that changes people. And I wanted to be changed.Oumar was the man behind it all. Late thirties, early forties , honestly, I didn’t care. He had the kind of presence that makes you forget everyone else in the room. Broad shoulders. Clean jawline. Dark, focused eyes. That quiet type of dominance that doesn’t beg to be noticed , but demands it anyway.He wasn’t married. Divorced, I think. I didn’t ask. I didn’t need to.From the moment we shook hands, I knew what I wanted.And I always get what I want.At first, I played innocent. Professional. Polished. But behind every smile, I was calculating. I learned his schedule. His habits. When he worked.

HopeMy mouth is quickly filled by this new cock, longer than the previous one! While I am strongly pounded from behind.It's going to be hot tonight.The first one continues to fuck me furiously while his brother, who just ejaculated, is penetrating my anus with two fingers. I immediately contract; I don’t like it when they go there.— Relax, you won’t feel pain, you just need to let go, everything will be fine.How can he expect me to answer when my mouth is filled with cock and my pussy with cock, and soon the last available hole will no longer be free?I am invaded by all these unknown sensations that I thought were nonexistent, thanks to all my senses stimulated simultaneously: the third one starts to fuck my mouth vigorously while the first one is still relentless in my pussy! He’s insatiable!I feel liquid running between my buttocks; I can’t even turn around to know what it is.I think he just applied oil to be able to move more easily in my little hole. I feel his hand workin

My name is Karim. Thirty years old. I’ve been working as madam’s personal driver for two years now.She’s not the kind of woman people love. No charm, no warmth. Only control, insults, and disdain. Around here, no one respects her. They just fear her. And the moment her heels disappear down the hallway, the whispers begin.I never went beyond my final year of high school. Money ran out. Intelligence too, maybe. So I left school behind and got to work. I washed cars at gas stations to save enough for driving lessons. Two years of scrubbing tires, one year in a driving school, and finally, I earned my license. I drove buses. Long hours. Bad pay. And eventually, I got tired. That’s when someone told me about her.She needed a driver. The last guy ran off like the place was cursed.They gave me warnings. I listened. Keep your head down. Never speak unless spoken to. Run her errands fast. Don’t touch anything. Never eat in the car. And never, ever let anyone else sit in it.She’s thirty-tw

KarimWe meet no one in the hallway. Halfway to her bedroom, I stop and say:– Stop. Get on your knees and show me how much you want me… right here.– Huh? But… someone might catch us!– And so what? Isn’t this your house? No one will dare disturb us.She hesitates, then slowly lowers herself. Her eyes never leave mine as she kneels in front of me. I stroke my hard shaft, already pulsing with need.– Don’t you crave a taste?– Yes…– Don’t you want to please me?– I do. I want to please you.She wraps her hands around me, cautious, still glancing around. Nervous. I lean forward and murmur:– Focus. If you lose your rhythm, I’ll make sure you don’t come at all tonight.That gets her attention. Her gaze sharpens, her mouth opens. She begins slowly, teasing me, her lips grazing the tip. Her tongue dances over the sensitive skin, deliberate, devout.I groan softly, hand resting on her head, guiding her as she takes me deeper. She moans, not from discomfort, but from something darker… hung

Hello everyone, I'm going to tell you a story that happened two weeks ago in my student room. Yes, I'm a student on one of my country's campuses. My name is Michael, I'm 22 years old, and I'm in my third year of law. I share my room with a friend; each of us has our own part of the room. I'm near the entrance, and his bed is at the far end. You have to pass my bed to get to his.That evening, it was a Friday night. Since I had no money, I didn't go out. I preferred to stay in my room and study a bit. It was 11 PM when he came back with his girlfriend, a very beautiful girl with skin as dark as ebony. My curtains were drawn, and I wasn't making any noise. They assumed I was asleep. They turned on the TV and chatted for thirty minutes before they started kissing. I could hear the sounds their mouths made when they kissed. I could no longer concentrate on my studies. At one point, the sounds were so intense that concentrating was impossible. I gave up on my notebooks and lay down on my b