P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

The house was dead quiet at two in the morning. Mom and Dad had left for their weekend getaway right after dinner, kissing my forehead and reminding me to lock the doors and not burn the place down. They trusted me. Nineteen, home from college for the summer, old enough to be left alone. I had the whole place to myself for three full days and the itch between my legs that had been building since the moment their car pulled out of the driveway.I waited until midnight to be sure they were really gone. Then I stripped down to nothing but a thin white tank top that barely covered my ass and climbed onto the huge sectional in the living room. The big flat-screen TV dominated the wall, sixty-five inches of perfect black glass. I connected my phone, opened the private browser tab I kept bookmarked, and cast the video to the screen.The scene loaded instantly and a girl about my age, dark hair, small tits, getting railed on a kitchen counter by an older man. He was tall, muscled, salt-and-pe

Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop, the whipped cream mixed with my spit still clinging to the thick head. He stroked it slow, eyes locked on my pussy where the melted cream and my juices ran in sticky lines down the counter. My clit throbbed, pussy lips swollen and glistening, still dripping from the cream play and the way Mike had eaten me out."Look at this sloppy cunt," Mike said, voice rough. "Still leaking like a whore. We're gonna fill it up good now."Carlos stepped up between my legs first, his cock thick and girthy, head flushed dark. He grabbed the whipped cream can from the counter, shook it, and sprayed a thick line of foam along the length of his shaft. The cold made his cock twitch, cream dripping down the veins. He rubbed the head through my folds, coating himself in the mix of cream and my slick. "Feel that cold cream on my dick?" he grunted. "Gonna shove it in your hot pussy and fuck you until you squirt all over it."I moaned, hips lifting toward

Jax’s cock hangs heavy in front of my face, still half-hard, glistening with our mixed mess. I lean forward without him having to ask again. My tongue flicks out first, lapping at the underside of his shaft where my slick coats him thickest. He tastes like us. Salty, musky, a little bitter from his cum. I moan at the flavor, low in my throat."Good girl," he mutters as his hand slides into my hair, not pulling yet, just guiding. "Clean every inch. Don't miss a drop."I take him into my mouth slow. The head bumps the back of my tongue and I relax my throat, swallowing him deeper until my nose presses against his pelvis. He groans, hips twitching forward once and I suck hard on the upstroke, tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge as his fingers tighten in my hair."Fuck, Zara. That mouth. Always so greedy for it."I hum around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. I bob my head faster, sloppy, spit dripping down my chin to mix with the mess already on my thighs. His

The last customer stumbled out at 2:47 a.m., and the bar finally went quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the faint buzz of the neon OPEN sign still glowing red outside. I wiped down the sticky bar top one last time, the rag moving in slow circles while my eyes kept flicking to the front door. Marcus leaned against the frame like he owned the place, arms crossed over his chest, black t-shirt stretched tight across his shoulders. He had been watching me all night the same way I had been watching him. Every time I bent to grab a bottle from the low fridge, every time I stretched to reach the top shelf for the good tequila, every time I laughed too loud at some drunk’s bad joke, his stare burned holes through my clothes.I could still feel the heat of it on my skin.I flipped the lights to half, leaving just the dim track lighting over the bar. My feet hurt in those stupid black boots, but the ache between my legs had been building since Marcus walked in at ten o’clock for h

I thought I could just turn around and pretend to sleep, but the sound wouldn’t stop. It was soft at first, like a low moan, and then I heard the faint slap of skin. My face grew hot under the blanket. He wasn’t even trying to be quiet.“Uhm… Ryan?” My voice came out smaller than I meant.The noises stopped instantly. A muffled curse, the sound of his laptop lid snapping shut. “Sh*t. You’re awake?”I pushed the blanket down and sat up, my heart racing. The room was dim, just the glow from his desk lamp and the faint blue light that had been coming from his screen. His cheeks were red, his hair messy. His hand was still suspiciously under the blanket.“I… uhm-sorry,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Didn’t think you’d wake up.”I didn’t know where to look. My eyes flicked down and I caught the obvious bulge under his blanket before I quickly looked away. My face was burning.“You were… watching stuff,” I said, trying not to stammer.He laughed awkwardly. “Yeah. Uhm. Could