Semua Bab P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection : Bab 41 - Bab 50

He dragged me to the low leather couch by my hair, shoved me over the arm so my knees sank into the cushions and my burning ass was high in the air. My ruined shirt hung off one shoulder and everything else was gone. I was naked except for the skirt bunched uselessly around my waist like a belt.I heard the clink of his belt buckle again, then nothing. Just his breathing, slow and controlled, while I trembled and dripped onto the leather.He stood behind me. I felt the blunt, slick head of his cock nudge my entrance—once, twice—, teasing, painting my folds with the cum still leaking from his last release.Then he pushed in.Just the head.One thick, cruel inch that stretched my entrance and made me sob with relief. I tried to rock back, greedy for more, but his hands locked on my hips like iron.“No,” he said, voice velvet and steel. “You stay perfectly fucking still.”He held there, barely inside me, pulsing, while I clenched around nothing but that fat crown. My pussy fluttered help

The house was too quiet, the kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums and makes you count the seconds between the hum of the fridge and the tick of the hallway clock. Kids were at their grandparents’ for the weekend for some fishing trip my husband had planned before he bailed for another “work emergency” in Denver. I didn’t even pretend to be disappointed anymore. Just poured myself a second glass of pinot, kicked off my heels, and let the silence swallow me whole.I was thirty-seven, still turning heads at the PTA meetings, but the mirror in the hallway told a different story: faint lines at the corners of my eyes, the soft swell of my hips that no amount of Pilates could fully tighten. My husband hadn’t touched me in months. Not really. Quick, lights-off missionary when he remembered I existed. I’d started touching myself in the shower just to feel something—fingers slick, hips rocking against my palm, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood to keep from screaming his name lik

The ceiling fan spun lazy circles above us, pushing warm air across sweat-damp skin. Ethan was still inside me, softening slowly, his forehead pressed to my collarbone like he was trying to memorize the taste of my skin. I could feel his pulse in his cock, fluttering against my walls in little aftershocks that matched the throb between my legs. Cum oozed out around him, soaking the sheets beneath my ass. I didn’t care. Let the mattress drink us in.I traced a lazy circle on his shoulder blade. “You still breathing, baby?”He huffed a laugh, shaky and raw. “Think so. Might need CPR in a minute.”I clenched around him on purpose, just to watch his hips jerk. “You’ll live.”He lifted his head, eyes glassy, lips swollen from my mouth and my pussy. “That was… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”I smiled, slow and filthy, and rolled us so I was on top again. His cock slipped out with a wet sound, a thick rope of cum following, splattering across his stomach. He stared at it like he’d n

The house was dead quiet except for the low murmur of the TV and the soft clink of my wine glass against the nightstand. Movie night with Jake had been our ritual since elementary school—same bed, same blanket, same unspoken rule that nothing ever happened. Until tonight.I’d picked the movie blind, some random streaming title with a vague thumbnail. Figured it’d be another dumb action flick we could mock for two hours. Instead, the screen filled with skin the second the opening credits faded: a woman on her knees, lips stretched wide around a thick cock, wet slurping sounds pouring from the speakers like the volume had been cranked on purpose.I froze, soda can halfway to my mouth. Jake didn’t move either, but I felt the shift in his body beside me, the way his thigh pressed harder against mine under the blanket, the sudden tension in the air. My parents were asleep down the hall, doors shut and oblivious. The house felt smaller, hotter, like the walls had closed in the second that f

Jake’s cock was still half-hard, slick with both of us, when he rolled off the bed and yanked the blanket to the floor in one motion. The carpet was soft enough, but the drop made my heart lurch. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me down after him, flipping me onto my stomach before I could catch my breath.“Ass up,” he ordered, voice low and gravel-rough, the kind of tone that made my spine arch without permission. I scrambled onto my elbows and knees, thighs slick with the cum he’d already pumped into me, dripping in slow, warm trails down to the carpet. The TV flickered above us—some new scene, a girl pinned against a brick wall, skirt hiked to her waist, taking it so hard her tits bounced with every slap of skin on skin. The sound was muted now, but the visuals were enough: her mouth open in a silent scream, his hand fisted in her hair. Jake didn’t wait for me to settle. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, lined up, and slammed in—one brutal, wet thrust that buried him to th