Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

"Decided to give it a try. You know... a slight test." He winked, taking his right hand from underneath the table, then he placed it on the table.That must have been how he controlled the damn vibrator."Test?" I mumbled. If that was a test, just a half-second buzz that nearly made me yelp… what would the real thing feel like?He nodded. "What do you think? Want to stop?"I shook my head sideways, my lips curving into a small smile. "No." I said with a challenging stare. But deep down, I felt dread and desperate anticipation twisting together in my gut.I looked around the restaurant, unlike what I'd thought. The damn thing was fully booked. I don't know if it was my nervous state, or because I knew what was in my pussy. But it felt like everyone of them was staring at me knowingly.The food arrived. Beautifully plated, and had a nice scent that filled up my nose immediately. The waiter poured our wine, asked if we needed him for anything else, and when Roman said no, the waiter left

My hands went underneath her ass first, my fingers digging into her skin as my eyes ravaged the sight of her pussy. The hairs on her cunt were damp and tangled, her outer lips were full and puffy, swollen from the vibrator and glistening with her pussy juice.God... I could not only scent her arousal, but her earlier orgasm too. It filled my nostrils, and I... I sniffed it loud, unashamed. It was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever smelled.I didn’t tease. I didn’t play. I owed her this. I lowered my mouth and licked her, in one long flat stroke, from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit.Oh, God!The taste of her was salty, tangy, and just perfect. I lifted my head just a bit, so I could take a look at her... her head was arched back, her fingers buried in her hair.I did it again, while keeping my gaze on her face. Gave another long exquisite lick, from the opening of her cunt to the tip of her clitoris."Ohh...." She moaned out, left hand flying to cover her mouth, as

Juliet's POVMy chest heaved fast against Roman's, my lungs unable to find air. My eyes remained locked on my brother, standing there in his towel, the question he'd asked hung high in the air."What the fuck is this!"A single, paralyzing thought echoed loud in my head. Finally… we’ve gotten caught.“Are you wanking? Right now?” His voice came again, thick with disbelief, sounding so irritated.Wanking?My eyes blinked in confusion. He thinks... Roman is masturbating???And that’s when I saw it, the white flecks of soap lather clinging to his eyebrows, the way his eyelids were scrunched tight. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t see us!Oh my god! We haven't been caught, not yet!Relief washed over me fast. My eyes snapped over to Roman's. His face was inches from mine, our noses almost touching. And in his eyes, I could see that he'd realized it too.His face, filled with terror before, now morphed slowly into one of excitement. A wicked grin glinted in his eyes.Why... why is he so excite

I drew back, teasingly.“Do you believe me now,” I whispered, my voice husky, “that my boobs need to be sucked?”He didn’t look up. His gaze was firmly locked on the naked flesh before him. It was as if he’d forgotten how to move his neck. He was sweating profusely, even though he had an air conditioner in his office.And this… this was the moment I lived for. The moment I sought. When they crumbled in an utterly delicious manner.This was the moment where he struggled to make up his mind. The battle was bigger now. Should I touch? No, I shouldn't?He was thinking about family, what it would do to his kids if this got out. How his ex-wife would mock him… You know, a lot of things, but most importantly, his reputation.And that was where I came in. I helped them make the decision they were too afraid to make.My gaze darkened with mischievous lust, and I leaned forward again, but this time… I didn’t stop an inch away. No, I brought my chest right up to his face, let it rub the length o

Clara’s mouth went dry. The words felt like shards of glass in her throat. “John, it’s not what you think.”“Answer the question,” he demanded. His eyes, which were usually so warm, now filled with anger. His voice held no affection either.Clara’s legs felt weak. She shuffled to the edge of the bed, the damp sheet sticking to her thighs. She couldn’t look at him, so she stared at her own hands twisting in her lap.“It wasn’t from the beginning,” she started, her voice barely a whisper. She cleared her throat, forcing the words out. “I… I did like it at first. But it was always the same. You’d kiss me, touch my breasts, and then… it was just the thrusting. In and out. Like a task to be finished.” She dared a glance up. His expression hadn’t changed. “Somewhere in between, I started to lose interest. It felt… boring. Like I was just a warm body for you.”She saw his jaw tighten, a muscle flexing under his clean-shaven skin. He said nothing. The silence in the room was like a physical w