All Chapters of P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Turn around." He said and I obeyed instantly. My body moved on instinct now. I spun slowly, facing away from him. The basement air felt colder against my naked skin. Goosebumps rose on my arms and thighs. My nipples ached, tight and hard from the coolness and from everything he had already done to my mouth.He stepped closer and I felt the heat of his body press against my back. His cock, still slick from my spit and his cum, nudged the small of my back. "Hands behind you," he said.I crossed my wrists at the base of my spine. He grabbed them with one big hand and held them tight while his other hand slid around my front and cupped one breast and queezed. Thumb flicked my nipple once. Hard. I gasped."You are shaking," he murmured against my ear. His breath was hot. "Scared?""No, Daddy.""Excited then.""Yes.""Good." He pinched my nipple again and twisted slowly. The sharp sting made my knees buckle and he caught me against his chest. "Because I am going to fuck your mouth again.

My name is Sarah, and at 30, I've got my life pretty sorted. Single, independent, with a cozy little house in the suburbs that I bought after ditching my asshole ex two years ago. No kids, no drama, just me and my vibrator on lonely nights. But lately, those lonely nights have been spiced up by fantasies about the kid next door. His name's Jake, 20 years old, fresh out of community college, and built like he spends half his life at the gym. Tall, broad shoulders, messy brown hair that falls over those piercing blue eyes, and a smile that makes my knees weak every time he waves from his backyard.We've been flirting for months. Nothing overt, just those little moments. Me in my bikini sunbathing by the pool, him "accidentally" glancing over the fence while mowing the lawn. I'd catch him staring at my tits or my ass, and I'd arch my back a bit more, pretending not to notice. Last week, he even helped me carry groceries inside, his hand brushing my hip as he set the bags down. The tensio

He kissed my neck. His voice was rough. "We're not stopping until you're dripping all day."I smiled, my legs were still wrapped around him. "Good. Because I want every fucking drop."I could feel his cock twitching inside me, already starting to harden again even though he had just come. The mix of our juices was slick between us, making every tiny shift feel obscene. I clenched around him on purpose, milking him gently. He groaned and nipped at my earlobe."Keep doing that and I'll fuck you right back into the mattress," he warned."That's the plan," I whispered. "Flip me over. I want you behind me again. Want to feel you pound me deep while I push back like the needy slut I am."He pulled out slowly. His cock slipped free with a wet sound, coated in cream. I rolled onto my stomach, lifting my hips high. My ass was up, knees spread wide, pussy still gaping slightly from the last round. Cum dribbled out, running down my thighs in thick rivulets."Look at this," he said. His voice was

I crawled up Chloe’s body slowly, letting my breasts drag along her skin until I hovered over her face. She looked dazed, pupils blown, lips parted. I kissed her deep, letting her taste herself and Ryan on my tongue. She moaned into my mouth, hands coming up to grip my hips.“You taste so fucking good,” I whispered against her lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.”I glanced at Ryan. His cock was already thickening again, veins standing out, head flushed dark. I reached back, wrapped my hand around him and stroked once.“Fuck me,” I told him. “I want to feel what Chloe’s been moaning about all night.”Chloe whimpered beneath me. “Yes… fuck her, Ryan… show her how hard you can go…”Ryan moved behind me without hesitation. I stayed on all fours over Chloe, ass high, pussy dripping down my thighs. He gripped my hips, rubbed the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself in my wetness.“You’re soaked,” he said, voice tight. “Have you been waiting for this, Mrs Vanessa?”I pushed b

The bedroom door was locked, but the music from the living room downstairs still thumped through the walls. Jake and I had slipped away from the party twenty minutes ago, laughing and tipsy, hands already under each other's clothes before we even made it up the stairs. Now I was on my back in the middle of his bed, legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locked behind him while he fucked me.Every thrust pushed a moan out of me. His cock filled me perfectly, thick enough to stretch me wide and long enough to hit that spot that made my toes curl. I could feel every inch sliding out, then slamming back in, the wet slap of our bodies loud in the small room. My pussy was soaked, gripping him tight, pulling him deeper with every stroke."Harder," I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me harder, Jake. I want to feel it tomorrow."He groaned against my neck, his hips snapping forward with more force. The headboard knocked the wall in rhythm while tits bounced under the thin tank t