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The White Housewives' Fuck Club (6)Steven gave a knowing smile.Henry started walking again, carrying me like I weighed nothing. I could feel the heat rising all over me as they headed upstairs.“Which one’s the room you share with your husband?” Henry asked.I twisted my head, trying to get my bearings. Everything looked flipped from this angle, but I saw the door.“That one,” I told him.Steven stepped in first and pushed open the door to my room. Henry followed, carrying me in his arms like I was nothing but a weightless feather. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, I knew there was no turning back.He dropped me onto the bed with a playful grunt, and my dress slid up over my waist, leaving my black thong exposed. I caught my reflection in the mirror beside the bed. My lipstick was smeared and my makeup was a mess. I looked like a woman on the edge, and I felt it too. I was hungry and so damn ready.I turned my head and saw them. Both of them were naked now. Big, strong, d

The White Housewives' Fuck Club (8)All I could do was nod and whimper as I collapsed into it. My body welcomed every push, every slap of heat and hunger. I’d forgotten what it meant to be truly touched. “You love how we use this pretty little cunt, don’t you?” Henry’s voice poured over me. I didn’t even see him move, but suddenly he was in front of me again, eyes burning, his hand cradling my face like I was something precious.“I—I can’t think,” I whispered, a desperate laugh spilling from my lips. “My body’s... it’s not mine anymore.”Steven growled behind me. “It’s ours now. Every fucking inch.”The next wave hit me. This time, it was sudden, forceful, and impossible to contain. My thighs clenched, body shaking as I cried out. I didn’t even know it could feel like this. I was soaked, pulsing, overwhelmed and then it happened.“Oh my God—” I gasped. “Oh, fuck—fuck! I can’t stop—”My body shuddered, and I felt the rush escape me. My core clenched, again and again, until I was moa

Summary:The night the power went out, Trisha was hot, frustrated, and one vibrator away from losing it. Then came a knock. Her quiet neighbor needed a battery, but she gave him a reason to stay and this turns into a night neither of them will forget.•••••••••The day the lights went out in the city and there was a blackout, Trisha had no idea she would end up fúcking the neighbor she barely spoke to."Shít. Not tonight," Trisha muttered, twisting her key in the lock after what felt like hours of walking through the dark streets of Brooklyn.She stepped into her apartment and kicked off her flip-flops, feeling the thick, humid air press against her skin. It was suffocating inside, worse than outside, and sweat trickled down her spine, soaking the back of her tank top. The blackout had taken the power, and her patience, with it.She lit a few candles and scattered them across the room. The soft amber glow clung to the walls, throwing shadows against the cluttered shelves and worn-out

Midnight Backshots With My Neighbour (3)He looked up, his mouth still glistening, eyes dark with hunger. “Keep saying my name like that.”And just like that, he slid his thick thumb inside her dripping pússy. The stretch made her gasp. Her thighs trembled around his head. His tongue kept working her clít while his thumb pumped in and out of her, building the pressure fast and mercilessly.She gripped his hair, tugging, panting, her eyes fluttering shut as the orgasm rolled over her without warning. “I’m coming,” she gasped, legs quaking as waves of pleasure tore through her.Collins didn’t stop. His mouth stayed locked to her clít, his tongue lapping up every shudder, every cry. Only after she collapsed back, chest rising and falling fast, did he lift his head. He licked her inner thigh slowly, then dragged his soaked thumb from her pússy and shoved it into his mouth with a groan. He sucked it slow, eyes locked on hers. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured against his finge