All Chapters of P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ethan showed up at my door just after midnight, eyes red and swollen, shoulders slumped like the weight of the world had crushed him. His boyfriend of two years had dumped him that afternoon with some cold bullshit about needing space. Ethan had been all in, talking rings and moving in together, and now he sat on my couch clutching a half-empty bottle of whiskey, voice cracking as he muttered how undesirable he felt, how no one would ever want him again.I could not let him drown in that lie. Ethan was stupidly hot: tall and lean from years of swimming, sharp jawline dusted with stubble, messy dark hair falling into those soft green eyes that made everyone weak. He had been my best friend since college, the one person I told everything to. He was gay, sure, but that never stopped us from being glued at the hip. Tonight I decided to glue us somewhere else entirely.I took the bottle from his hand, set it on the table, and climbed straight onto his lap, straddling him on the couch. My s

The hotel room smelled faintly of clean linen and the sharp citrus of the body wash they had both used in the shower earlier. Soft golden light spilled from the bedside lamps onto the crisp white duvet where Sophia lay naked on her back. Her long auburn hair spread across the pillow in loose waves, and her green eyes were half-lidded, watching him with quiet hunger. She had her knees drawn up and spread wide, feet flat on the mattress, thighs open in a shameless V that left her pussy completely exposed to the warm air and to his gaze.Liam knelt at the foot of the bed between her legs, palms resting on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He did not touch her sex yet. He simply looked. Sophia's outer lips were full and smooth, shaved bare except for a narrow strip of dark auburn curls at the top. The outer folds had already parted slightly from her arousal, revealing the slick inner labia that flushed a deeper rose color the closer they came to her entrance. Her clit peeked out from b

I sank back into the soft cushions of my couch, the afternoon sun filtering through the half-drawn blinds and casting warm stripes across my naked skin. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and my own ragged breathing. I had the whole day off, no plans, no interruptions. Just me, my thoughts, and the thick silicone dildo I had pulled from the nightstand drawer. It was my favorite one, it was eight inches long, veined realistically, with a slight curve that hit all the right spots inside me. The base suctioned perfectly to the coffee table, standing upright like an invitation I could not resist.I was already naked from the waist down, my shorts and panties discarded in a heap on the floor. My tank top was pushed up over my breasts, nipples hard from the cool air and my own teasing fingers. I spread my legs wide, knees hooked over the edges of the couch, exposing my pussy completely. I could feel how wet I was already, the slickness coating my inner thigh

I lay there on my back, legs still spread wide, chest heaving, pussy throbbing and leaking a steady stream of his cum mixed with my own slick. My tank top was twisted up around my neck now, tits bare and flushed, nipples sore from all the pinching and rubbing. Every muscle in my body felt loose and shaky, like I had been fucked apart and put back together wrong. He stood over me for a second, cock still half-hard and glistening, uniform shirt untucked, pants around his thighs. His chest rose and fell fast, eyes dark and predatory as he looked down at the mess between my legs. Cum dripped from my swollen lips, pooling on the cushion, running down toward my ass crack. My clit was so puffy it hurt to look at, but every heartbeat sent a fresh pulse of need through it. "You still want more?" he asked, voice low and rough, like gravel. I nodded, throat too dry to speak at first. Then I managed, "Don't stop until I can't walk." That was all he needed. He grabbed my ankles roughly,

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. "Don't pull out," I whispered, voice shaky. "Keep fucking me. Make it hurt so good."He lifted his head from my neck, eyes dark and feral. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. "You always did like it when I wrecked you."He rolled his hips once, slow and deep, stirring his cum inside me. The wet squelch was filthy. My walls fluttered weakly around him, trying to grip, but he was already hardening again, thickening inside my stretched cunt. He pulled back just enough to let me feel the drag, then slammed forward hard. One brutal thrust that made my whole body jolt.I cried out, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave red lines. "Yes. Like that. Harder."He grabbed my wrists, pinned them above my head with one hand. The other slid under my ass, lifting my hips higher so the angle was even deeper. Then he started those long, punishing strokes again. Pull almost all the way out, let the head catch on m