P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

She’s bent over the narrow bench, palms flat on the worn leather kneeler, skirt rucked up around her waist. Her ass is flushed pink from my earlier grips, thighs slick and trembling, pussy swollen and glistening—still stretched from her own fingers, still dripping with need. The tiny booth smells like sex now: her arousal, my cum on her breath, the sharp tang of sweat and forbidden desire thick in the air.I’m buried inside her to the hilt, one brutal thrust that tore a scream from her throat. Her walls clamp down around me like a vice, hot, wet and greedy. She’s tighter than I imagined, tighter than any fantasy I’ve ever tried to suppress. I hold still for a second, savoring the way she flutters around my cock, trying to adjust to the sudden invasion.Then she starts praying.“Hail Mary, full of grace…” Her voice is wrecked—hoarse from my cock in her throat, shaking with every breath. “The Lord is with thee…”I pull back slowly, almost all the way out, watching her pussy cling to me,

He slammed back into me from behind, one savage thrust that buried every inch of his thick cock deep in my soaking pussy. The stretch burned in the best way, my walls fluttering around him as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle the scream that ripped from my throat, teeth sinking into the fabric hard enough to leave marks.“Fuck,” he growled low, fingers digging bruises into my hips. “This cunt is so goddamn tight. Been dreaming about wrecking it.”He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled out slow, letting me feel every vein dragging along my sensitive walls, then pounded back in so hard my knees slid forward on the sheets. The bed frame rattled, headboard thumping softly against the wall in a rhythm that matched the wet slap of his balls against my clit.I arched my back deeper, pushing my ass up higher, begging without words for more. He gave it to me. His pace turned brutal, hips snapping forward with raw power, cock spearing

The lecture hall felt enormous once everyone else had gone. Rows of empty desks stretched up toward the back walls like silent judges, the late-afternoon sun slanting through the high windows and cutting sharp golden lines across the floor. The air still carried the faint chemical smell from the whiteboard markers Professor Harlan used for reaction mechanisms, mixed with the lingering traces of coffee and perfume from two hundred students who had sat here an hour ago.I stood just in front of the first row, clutching my midterm like it was a death sentence. A thick red 42 was circled at the top, and beneath it, in his precise, slanted handwriting: See me after class.Professor David Harlan was still at the podium desk, stacking the last of the graded exams with deliberate care. He was forty-five, tall and broad through the shoulders, the kind of man who filled out a charcoal suit without effort. His hair was dark but heavily threaded with silver at the temples, always combed back neat

Professor Harlan shoved me back onto the podium desk, the hard wooden edge biting into my ass as my legs dangled off the side. Papers scattered everywhere, quizzes and exams fluttering to the floor like confetti, red ink smearing across the wood where my soaked thighs rubbed against them. My torn tights hung in shreds around my thighs, panties still tangled at my knees, and his cum leaked steadily from my pussy, thick white trails sliding down to pool on the desk beneath me.He stood between my spread legs, cock still hard and glistening with our mixed fluids, jutting out from his open slacks like a weapon. His shirt was barely rumpled, tie now dangling loose and wet from my mouth, but his eyes burned with raw hunger behind those wire-rimmed glasses.“Look at this mess,” he said, voice low and rough as he dragged two fingers through my folds, gathering his cum and my juices before pushing them back inside me hard. I gasped, back arching off the desk as he finger-fucked me deep and slo

The haunted house was everything the reviews promised: pitch-black corridors, fog machines choking the air with cold mist, chainsaws revving somewhere in the distance, and actors jumping out with perfect timing to make my heart slam against my ribs. My friends and I had been laughing and screaming for twenty minutes straight, clutching each other’s arms as we stumbled through the maze of rooms themed around an abandoned asylum.I was dressed as a sexy nurse, a short white dress with red trim, thigh-high white stockings with little red crosses, garter belt holding them up, and a nurse cap pinned into my loose blonde waves. The costume was meant to be cute and flirty for Halloween night, but right now the thin fabric felt way too exposing as cold air brushed against my barely-covered ass every time we turned a corner.We rounded into a new hallway lined with flickering fluorescent lights and fake blood splattered on the walls. A low growl echoed ahead, deep and animal, making the hairs