Semua Bab Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Maya lay restless in her bed the cool silk sheets clinging to her skin as if they wanted to remind her of every inch of emptiness she carried with her tonight. Her body felt unbearably hot, her breasts tight benea.th the thin strap of her tank top nípples brushing against the fabric with every frustrated shift of her body. Weeks had turned into months since she had last been touched since she had last felt the familiar pressure of strong hands holding her down filling her with a release she couldn’t give herself. The absence gnawed at her more tonight than ever leaving her throbbing with an ache that refused to be ignored.With a quiet groanMaya pushed the shet aside and let her hand wander hesitating only briefly before slipping it under the waistband of her shorts. Her fingertips brushed against the damp cotton of her panties and her breath caught sharply in her throat. She hadn’t realized just how wét she was how her body had been begging in silence all day for something more than

He shoved her back onto the bed flipping her onto her stomach before she could react. His hand gripped her hips, hauling her up onto her knees, ass in the air face pressed into the mattress. He dragged the head of his cóck through her soaked folds coating himself with her arousal as he groaned.“You’re so wet I could slide into you all night,” he rasped, thrusting against her slit teasing her entrance without giving her what she wanted. She whimpered pushing back against him but he slapped her ass hard enough to make her yelp.“Patience,” he growled. “First, I’m going to take this perfect ass of yours.”Maya froze her heart pounding as his cóck pressed lower nudging against her tight back hole.“Relax for me,” he commanded his hand sliding up her spine to grip the back of her neck pinning her down. “Breathe. You’re going to take it. You’re going to open up for me.”He spat onto his cóck stroking it before pressing the slick head against her hole again. Slowly relentlessly he pushed fo

Clara had been told only a little about what to expect. A friend told her about it over too many drinks. She said it was a secret party where women didn’t just dance, they were used. A limo would pick her up, no questions were being asked. Inside, there would be men she wouldn’t know, men who wouldn’t tell her their names. The rule was simple no names, no strings. Just to obey them. Her friend had laughed when she first explained it, but the heat in her eyes said it wasn’t a joke. It’s dangerous, it’s dirty, but it’s the best night you’ll ever have. If you can handle it.Clara had hesitated for days but curiosity burned hotter than fear. She was single, restless, bored of polite dates that ended with quick kisses at her door. The thought of being used really used, the way her friend