All Chapters of P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My car died on a deserted highway, leaving me stranded under a flickering streetlight. I’d managed to coast into a grimy auto shop just off the exit, the neon sign buzzing “Open 24/7.” It was past midnight, and I was pissed, my heels sinking into the gravel lot.The garage was a mess—tools scattered, oil stains pooling on the concrete. The air was thick with the sharp sting of motor oil and metal, a lone fluorescent light buzzing overhead. I clutched my purse, my tight skirt riding up, already regretting this night.Jace, the mechanic, was wiping his hands on a rag when I walked in. His grease-streaked forearms flexed, his tank top clinging to a broad chest, and his eyes raked over me, bold and unapologetic. My pulse kicked up, a mix of irritation and something hotter.“You’re in a bind,” he said, his voice low, rough, like he’d smoked one too many. He tossed the rag aside, stepping closer, his boots scuffing the floor. I caught a whiff of his sweat, musky and raw, and my thighs clenc

My face slick with Jace’s cum, my lips salty, my ass still stretched by the screwdriver handle buried deep. I was a mess, sprawled on the workbench, my pussy throbbing, dripping onto the greasy concrete. The garage’s air was thick with oil, sweat, and sex, the fluorescent light buzzing like my nerves.Jace’s hand trailed down my chest, smearing his cum across my tits. I moaned, my nipples hard, aching for more, my body screaming despite the orgasms he’d already ripped from me. The distant engine hum outside grew louder, a door creaking, but I was too far gone to care.“You’re fucking insatiable,” he said, his voice rough, eyes dark with lust. He grabbed my hips, pulling me off the bench, the screwdriver shifting in my ass, making me gasp. My legs wobbled, but I spread them, ready for whatever he’d do next.He yanked the screwdriver out, the sudden emptiness making me whine. “On your knees, ass up,” he ordered, tossing the tool aside with a clatter. I dropped to the floor, my hands and

I rolled off her, chest heaving, cum and milk streaking her skin like a filthy masterpiece. Her tits rose and fell with each breath, nipples still leaking slow, creamy drops that pooled between them and ran down her ribs. My cock twitched, half-hard and slick, already hungry again.She turned her head, eyes glassy with lust, and whispered, “Don’t stop—eat me while you’re still inside.”I slid down her body, the scent of milk and pussy thick in the air, hooking her knees over my shoulders. Her swollen lips glistened with our mess. I buried my face between her thighs, dragging my tongue from her entrance to her clit in one long, greedy lick. She bucked hard, milk spurting from both nipples, arcs hitting my forehead and cheeks.“Fuck… oh god… don’t stop,” she moaned, grabbing fistfuls of my hair, grinding her hips against my face.I sucked her clit into my mouth, rolling it gently between my lips while two fingers plunged deep. Her walls fluttered around them, still pulsing, gripping tig

My pussy clenched, another wave of cum flooding my thighs, mixing with his load. The bass thumped harder, vibrating through the glass, making my clit pulse like a second heartbeat. I licked my lips, savoring the salt, my fingers sliding between my legs, rubbing my swollen nub, chasing the aftershocks.Kai’s cock was still hard, glistening with our mess, veins pulsing. He grabbed my hair, pulling me up, my tits bouncing, cum dripping down my stomach. “Up,” he growled, pushing me back against the glass, my back arching, ass pressed to the cool surface.The club below writhed, bodies grinding, shadows flickering under strobes. I felt their eyes even if they couldn’t see—my pussy exposed, dripping, begging. His cock teased my entrance again, sliding through my slick folds, making me whine, my hips bucking.“Want more?” he asked, his hand on my throat, squeezing just enough to make me dizzy. My pussy clenched around nothing, aching for his thickness. “Fuck me,” I gasped, my voice raw, the

“Eat this sloppy cunt, you fuck, make me squirt again.”My voice cracked with raw need as I spread my thighs wider on the velvet couch. Drake’s face plunged between my legs, his tongue spearing my pussy like a starving animal. The cameras rolled closer, lenses fogging from the heat, chat screaming for more.His mouth latched onto my clit, sucking hard, teeth scraping the swollen nub. I grabbed his hair, yanking him deeper, my pussy gushing into his throat. “Swallow every drop, you filthy pig,” I snarled, grinding my cunt against his nose. My walls fluttered, clit throbbing, pleasure ripping through my core.I shoved him back, his face slick with my cum, eyes glazed. “Get that cock between my tits,” I ordered, ripping my bra off completely. My pierced nipples dripped with sweat, tits heavy and bouncing as I knelt.He stood, cock throbbing, veiny, slick with my juices. I pressed my tits together, the valley wet from cum and sweat. His cock slid between them, hot, pulsing, the head poppi