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Nick and Jessica had attended the same high school for four years, and they had been good friends throughout that time. They had not talked as much in recent months, mostly because they had started spending time with different crowds that slowly drifted apart.That distance did not bother them too much, except for one thing. Nick had developed a strong crush on Jessica, but he never acted on it because he felt it would be strange to pursue a romantic relationship with a close friend.As they continued to grow apart, Nick felt his chance to ever be with her slipping away. The thought unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.It was their final year of school, and it was coming to an end quickly. With it came the social event everyone anticipated all year, the prom.Nick knew this might be his last chance to tell Jessica how he felt, but the idea made him nervous. “What if she says no?” he wondered, fearing it would make everything awkward and ruin what they still had.He suspected he

Kiera's breath caught as the semi pulled up alongside their car. The truck’s cab loomed high, the driver’s window already rolled down. She glanced over and let out a shaky laugh.“He’s looking,” she said, voice trembling with undeniable arousal.Joe kept his eyes on the road, but his lips curled into a crooked smile.“Good. Let him.”Kiera’s blouse was already unbuttoned to her waist, and the seatbelt pushed her breasts together in a way that made them look obscene. Her nipples pressed boldly against the thin fabric of her bra.“This is so fucking insane,” she whispered, her voice breathy and tight.Joe’s eyes flicked over.“Then lose the blouse, baby. Let him see what’s mine.”She hesitated, her hands frozen over the buttons. But he knew her. Knew that nervous tension in her was already tipping toward arousal. She was wet. He was sure of it.“Do it,” he said, his tone darker now. “Take it off. Show him those perfect fucking tits I dream about every night.”Kiera whimpered, and then s

This is a terrible mistake.I know it, and yet I keep moving forward like I’m under some spell. He is not a friend. He is not someone I should trust. Adrian Blackwood sits on the board of the company I co-founded. We’ve met only a handful of times, and every conversation between us has been brisk, professional, and limited to a few words.And yet… every time, something in me tightened. His presence lingers long after he’s gone, unsettling me in ways I don’t admit out loud. The truth, though I hate to admit it, even to myself is that I find him achingly attractive. The strong line of his jaw, the steadiness in his eyes, the quiet authority in the way he carries himself. It makes me nervous, makes me shy, like I’ve stepped back into a younger, more vulnerable version of myself.Sometimes, when I’m alone, I catch myself imagining what it would be like to feel him against me. To have his mouth close over mine, his hands unbuttoning me with deliberate patience. To feel his cóck push into m

His Horny Slút (3)I should not want this. That is the thought I keep repeating, but my body refuses to obey. Every shift of my hips makes me wetter, and the sound of it fills the quiet air, obscene and shameless. The woman I pretend to be in boardrooms, the one who sits in tailored suits and commands respect, is nowhere to be found. All that is left of Clara Bennett is a needy mess kneeling on the floor in Adrian Blackwood’s house.My fingers push in and out of me, and I cannot hold it back anymore. Every move makes me moan louder. The room is full of my sounds. My eyes snap to his, desperate for approval, desperate for him to see me falling apart.“You like that, don’t you?” he asks.“Yes… I… I can’t stop,” I gasp.His stare holds me there, stripped down, trembling, waiting for him to claim me.The orgasm tears through me. My body locks up, my legs shudder, and my cúnт squeezes around my fingers so hard it hurts. I cry out, shaking, losing myself in front of him.“Good girl,” Adrian

Two teachers explore each other for the first timeI was running late, and my nerves were electric as I raced to my car. It was 7:32, and I needed to check in by 8:15 at the seminar. I was headed to a teacher’s seminar at a hotel forty-five minutes away. The day was already heavy with heat and humidity, and I needed a few extra classes to boost my chances of landing a substitute teaching job close to home. I wanted a suburban school, not the city. Driving into traffic every day would be miserable.I tossed my purse, wedge shoes, and backpack onto the passenger seat of my beat-up green Ford Taurus. Ugly as hell, but it was mine. My AC was dead, so I wound down the windows, letting the air sting my damp skin. I hiked up my skirt and spread my legs a little, trying to feel a breeze. My short blonde bob was sticking up in places; I knew I’d look frazzled.I wasn’t sure about the dress code, so I’d gone simple: a white cotton skirt with pink stripes, a pink cami under a white short-sleeved