Semua Bab 85 Virgin Sins; Taboo Runs Wild: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Daniel. “My turn,” she suddenly says, voice low and husky, eyes locked on mine with a wicked gleam that makes my cock twitch harder. I open my mouth to tease her, but the words die the second she drops to her knees—her back pressing firm against the cool glass beneath her, toes curling for balance, skirt still bunched at her ankles, tits spilling free and heaving with every breath. The sight of her like this—my teacher, on her knees for me—nearly undoes me right there. “Wow… I didn’t picture you to be this naughty, huh…” I manage, voice rough, leaning forward until my palms slap flat against the glass above her head, caging her completely, towering over her as she kneels. “Then you don’t know me at all…” she whispers, lips curling into a sinful smile that shoots straight to my balls. Before I can respond, her fingers fly to my belt—unbuckling with practiced speed, metal clinking loud in the steamy bathroom. She yanks my trousers down in one swift pull, boxers follow

Jasmine.I tried to snap my thighs shut, but the sheets had twisted into a cruel knot around my ankles, holding me open like an offering.
My pussy pulsed, shameless and greedy, slick dripping in thick strands onto the silk beneath me, the vibrator still humming faintly against my skin.
The man I’d been moaning for stood three feet away, and my body knew it; every heartbeat throbbed between my legs, begging.“I’m sorry… it was a mistake, brother—”
The word died on my tongue.“Finn,” I whispered instead, the name I’d screamed into my pillow for years.He didn’t answer.
He just prowled forward, dropped both palms onto the mattress, and caged me with his arms.
The bed dipped under his weight; his knees sank between mine, forcing my legs wider until the backs of my thighs brushed the rough denim of his jeans.
Heat rolled off him—hospital soap, coffee, raw male—and my clit fluttered like it recognized its owner.“What game were you playing, Jasmine?” he asked, voice low, lips grazing m

Jasmine. My chest pressed harder into the mattress, the silk sheets bunching under my sweat-slick skin as he hovered over me like a storm about to break.
 His hand gathered both of my wrists in one iron grip, pinning them high above my head, stretching my arms until my shoulders burned.
 The position left me utterly exposed—ass up, back arched, pussy dripping onto the bed in shameless rivulets.
 I was soaked, aching, ready to take every inch of his monstrous cock, but Finn?
 He just wanted to torment me more, draw out every beg until I was nothing but a writhing, pleading mess. “Please fuck me, Finn… I can’t take it anymore,” I moaned wildly, voice cracking as I felt the hot, heavy drag of his cock along my side waist, teasing the curve where hip meets ass.
 His free hand roamed my cheeks—squeezing hard, fingers digging into soft flesh, then pulling back to deliver a sharp smack that cracked through the room like thunder.
 The sting bloomed instant and fierce; I ye

Jasmine. He suddenly hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and yanked hard, denim scraping down my thighs in one rough pull.
 I scrambled for purchase, palms slapping the table, then his shoulders, nails digging into muscle as the fabric caught on my knees before he ripped it free and tossed it aside.
 Cool air kissed my soaked skin; my panty—thin black lace—was plastered to my folds, the crotch dark and clinging. Finn’s hands clamped my hips, dragging me forward until my ass perched on the table’s edge, legs dangling, pussy thrust toward his face.
 He didn’t ask.
 He gripped the lace between thumb and forefinger and twisted, bunching it into a cruel, thin rope that dug deep between my lips, the seam grinding hard over my swollen clit. “Oh… fuck…” I cried, back bowing, hips jerking at the sharp friction. He held the twisted fabric taut, sawing it back and forth, the lace rasping my clit raw while slick soaked through instantly.
 Every tug sent sparks

Jake. I dragged my tongue slow from the hollow of her neck up to her earlobe, then sucked the whole soft shell into my mouth like I could swallow her alive.
My tongue rolled inside the warm curve, flicking, swirling, tasting chlorine and her skin while she shivered hard against me.Both my hands stayed planted on her thighs, thumbs hooked just under the soaked hem of that white shirt, feeling the tremor running through her legs.“Whatever this is, Jake… it’s wrong,” she stuttered, voice cracking, body betraying every word. “For fuck’s sake, you’re my stepson…”I let my lips brush the back of her neck, chin shoving the collar lower so I could taste more skin.
“Let’s say I couldn’t just let Dad have all this,” I rasped, low and filthy, right against her pulse.
“I know you feel my dick grinding your ass, Julie. I know you need it.”While I spoke, my hands slid up, cupping her heavy tits through the wet shirt, squeezing them together hard, thumbs dragging over those stiff nipples.