บททั้งหมดของ RAW DESIRES:{50 Erotica Stories}: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

It felt good, so fucking good, but it wasn't Mark's rough edge. Still, the heat coiled tight in my core, pushing me toward release.After a few minutes, Derek's hands slid up to my ass, squeezing the cheeks before he suddenly flipped us over. I landed on my back with a yelp, legs spread wide, and he positioned me on all fours, my ass high in the air. His cock nudged my slick opening, and then he slammed in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. My pussy stretched around him, clenching as he filled me completely.“Fuck... me... yes,” I moaned, the words spilling out in broken gasps. He didn't hold back, pounding into me with steady, powerful strokes, his hips slapping against my ass. The couch creaked under us, protesting the force as he gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his dick each time.I pushed back to meet him, my walls clenching around his length, the friction igniting every nerve. Sweat slicked our skin, and I buried my face in the cushion, muffling my crie

The man behind me didn’t wait. With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside me. The cry that left my lips was ragged and raw, a sound of pure, unbearable sensation.I was stuffed, impaled and stretched. The man in my pussy began to move in a slow, shallow rhythm, meeting the thrusts in my ass.The world narrowed to the competing, overwhelming sensations. Every movement made my breast bounce on the table, a dizzying push and pull that robbed me of thought, of breath, of anything but feeling. The ropes creaked with our movement, tightening their grip every time I struggled, holding the cocks deep inside me.“Look at her take it,” someone grunted. “Born for this.”Their pace quickened, becoming less coordinated, more frantic. I was just the object they were using, and their pleasure was my entire universe. The man in my ass gripped my hips, his fingers pressing into the fresh body writing, while the one in my pussy reached up to roughly pinch and twist my nipples. The mix of

He nodded to another man, who stepped forward with his own cigarette. This one tapped his over my breast, the ashes mingling with a faint smell of sweat. Another man aimed for my ass. Then another. It became a rhythm. A man would step up, deposit his ashes on some part of my exposed skin…my shoulder, my back, the inside of my knee and I was forced to thank each one individually. I was a living, breathing vessel for their filth. A human ashtray. “Think this piece of furniture is ready for more use, Mark?” One of the men asked, spanking me, then rubbing his hands over my ass.Mark smirked, blowing a stream of smoke into my face. “I think it’s the only thing it’s good for.” He nodded. “Prep her.”Cold lube was slicked over my asshole, the suddenness of it making me gasp. I knew what was coming, a terrifying echo of the double penetration from before but this was different. I was trapped in a chair, utterly immobile.The man behind me positioned himself and, with a single, brutal thrust

I smoothed my dress with shaking hands, forcing my face to look composed, and unlocked the door. There stood my mother, her face was masked with a poised elegance in her navy dress, but her eyes were sharp as daggers, scanning me like she could read every secret etched into my skin.“Tracy, why on earth is this door locked?” she asked, her tone clipped as she stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, closing the door behind her.I swallowed hard, my mind racing for an excuse. “I... I just needed a moment alone, Mom. To collect my thoughts before everything starts.” It wasn't entirely a lie, but the half-truth burned on my tongue.She arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. “Collect your thoughts? You better not be having second thoughts, young lady. The ceremony is in less than an hour. Alexander and his family are already here, and your father is downstairs sweating bullets over the final arrangements. This marriage isn't just about you…it's about all of us. Don'

SofiaI always had a thing for Jay. He was my older brother Tom’s best friend since high school, and now they shared a cramped apartment off-campus. At 19, I was still living at home, but I crashed at their place whenever I needed a break from my parents’ endless lectures about college applications. Jay was 22, all broad shoulders and that easy grin that made my stomach flip. He’d got this quiet confidence, like he knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. I caught myself staring at him during movie nights, when he was stretched out on the couch in his faded jeans, his arm slung casually on the armrest.It started innocently. Last summer, Tom invited me over for a barbecue, and Jay manned the grill, flipping burgers with those strong hands. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and when he handed me a plate, our fingers brushed. I felt electricity shoot through me, but I played it cool, laughing at Tom’s dumb jokes instead. Since then, every visit felt charged. I lingered in the kitche