Lahat ng Kabanata ng SINFUL FANTASIES COLLECTIONS: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

Chapter 1Sienna POV“Alright, everyone, I’m going live now. Come watch me lose my mind for you,” I said into the camera, my voice coming out husky and teasing as I hit the start button on my streaming setup. The chat window popped up on the side of my screen with the first few viewers trickling in right away.The room was dim, just the soft glow from my ring light illuminating my body on the bed. The sheets were rumpled under me from where I had been fingering myself earlier to get in the mood. My short robe was barely tied loose around my waist, showing the deep V of cleavage where my breasts pushed against the silk. The hem rode up my thighs to hint at what was underneath.My apartment was quiet otherwise, the city noise faintly through the closed window, but my heart pounded hard in my chest. My pussy was already tingling with that familiar ache, a warm pulse that made me shift my legs. I could feel the slickness between my lips starting to build even before anything happene

Chapter 1Zara’s POV.“You guys think I can’t do it? Watch me. I’ll fuck every single guy in that frat house tonight, all of them, until I’m dripping from every hole,” I said, my voice loud and cocky over the thump of the music at the campus party, leaning back in my chair with a grin that showed I meant every word. Liora and Niamh stared at me, their drinks halfway to their mouths, their eyes wide like they couldn’t believe what I just bet. The living room was crowded with people dancing and laughing, but our corner table felt like its own little world, the air thick with the smell of beer and weed.Liora had her short purple hair tucked behind her ear, wearing that crop top that showed off her belly ring, and Niamh’s freckles stood out under the dim lights, her tight jeans hugging her hips. They were my best friends, the ones who knew all my slutty stories, but this was next level even for me.Liora set her cup down hard, spilling a little beer on the table, her laugh coming out

Chapter 1Elena’s POV The wedding dress clung to my skin like a second layer of sweat as I made my way down the dimly lit hallway toward the dressing room, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement that I thought was normal for a bride on her big day. I had slipped away from the bustling main hall where guests were mingling with champagne flutes in hand, laughing about how perfect everything looked, just to surprise Mark with a quick kiss before the ceremony started. My heels echoed softly on the carpeted floor, and I smoothed down the lace bodice, feeling the way it hugged my curves, thinking about how he would react when he saw me like this, all dolled up and ready to become his wife. But as I approached the door, slightly ajar, I heard muffled sounds that made my stomach drop, low moans and the rustle of fabric that did not belong in a solo dressing session.I pushed the door open a bit more, and there he was, my fiancé Mark, pressed up against the wall with some brun

Chapter 3Saliva dripped messy down my chin, soaking my neck and tits, and I moaned around him, the vibrations making him thrust deeper, his balls slapping against my chin with each push. My pussy clenched empty, aching for attention, and I reached down between my legs without thinking, rubbing my clit in fast circles, my fingers slipping in the wetness that was already dripping down my thighs. God, this felt so wrong and so good, his cock stretching my lips wide, the taste of him flooding my senses, and I thought about how I had never done anything this filthy with Mark, how Richard was awakening something nasty inside me that I did not want to stop.He let me suck him like that for what felt like forever, his groans getting louder, his hips snapping faster, but then he pulled out suddenly with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock as he breathed heavy, his chest heaving. “Not yet, I am not coming in your mouth, I want to fuck every part of you first,” he said,

Chapter 5 Elena’s POVSweat poured down my body in slick rivers, tracing filthy paths between my heaving tits and pooling in the dip of my lower back as Richard had me bent over the desk like a cheap hotel whore. My palms slapped against the polished wood for balance, ass arched high and shameless, my cheeks spread wide while he worked that monstrous, vein ridged cock into my tight, virgin asshole inch by torturous inch. The stretch was obscene, burning, raw, deliciously wrong, every thick centimetre forcing my ring to yield with a wet, sucking pop that made my toes curl hard into the carpet and my spine bow.We were deep into round two now. His first load still oozed out of my swollen cunt in slow, creamy dribbles, mixing with the fresh bottle of lube he had ripped open from the desk drawer and slathered all over us like he was greasing up a prize animal. His thick fingers had scissored me open just minutes earlier, rough, impatient, three digits plunging knuckle deep while I be