All Chapters of Forbidden Collection : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Scissoring My Cousin While Baking(II)(GL)

I flipped the sign to “closed”and locked the bakery door, my shaved pussy already clenching with raw horniness as I strode to the back. Toria was already bent over the cold steel table, her apron hiked up high, her shorts tangled around her ankles, her hairy pussy—wet. “Fuck the croissants, fuck me first,” she growled, spreading her puffy, pierced pussy lips wide with two fingers, the ring exposing the pink, dripping wetness inside. I snatched the vibrating strap-on from the drawer, buckled it tight around my hips, the thick silicone cock buzzing hard and insistent against my own throbbing clit. “Bend lower, you filthy bitch,” She dropped to her elbows immediately, her round ass arching up high, begging for it. I grabbed the milk carton and poured it straight over her crack in a cold, white river running down her slit, soaking her hairy folds and making her shiver as she moaned low. “Shit, Nina, lick it off me now.” I knelt behind her, pressing my tongue flat and wide, la

My Ebony Pussy Tortured By My Brother-In-Law(I)

My husband’s pathetic dick can’t satisfy me anymore. Not since that pussy-destroying, soul-shattering threesome with him and his hung-as-fuck brother, Dennis. My cunt’s been throbbing, leaking, aching for that veiny black monster cock to split me open again, stretch me till I scream, and flood my womb with his thick cum. Drey and I have always been filthy, nasty, fuck-like-animals since 11th grade. Back then, we were just horny fuck buddies — no rules, no limits. Any cock could slam into my dripping, greedy pussy, and Drey could pound any hole he wanted. It was our dirty little pact to keep our dicks and cunts satisfied, soaked, and sore. But marriage fucked that up. No more random dicks wrecking my cunt unless Drey’s there — watching, stroking, joining in. Threesomes became our nasty little ritual —cum-drenched orgies with the private chef, the plumber, the immigration agent, even the fucking mayor. Drey’s deep in politics, so our bed’s been a cum-soaked playground for every powerfu

My Ebony Pussy Tortured By My Brother-In-Law(II)

Dennis She was spread wide on the king-sized bed like a filthy offering — ebony thighs trembling, juicy pussy lips swollen and glistening, dripping like a faucet. “Come on, daddy,” she purred, two fingers spreading her slick folds, clit throbbing under the dim light. “This pussy’s been aching for you all day.” I stood in the doorway, cock throbbing so hard it hurt, veins pulsing against my shorts. I licked my lips, palms rubbing together hungrily. I stalked forward, ripping off my shirt and yanking down my boxers in a violent yank. My thick BBC springing free—veiny, rock-hard, nine inches of pulsing black meat ready to wreck her tight hole again. “My Brother's a lucky bastard,” I growled, eyes locked on her soaked slit. “Snagging a nasty, cock-hungry slut like you.” She smirked wickedly, wrapping her soft feet around my shaft, stroking it slowly between her soles, toes curling to squeeze the pink head. “Fuckkk,” I groaned deep in my throat, my eyes rolling back from the teasin

She’s getting stretched by my man(I)

“This thing between us is useless, Luca. He doesn’t even care.”My voice cracked as I spoke, my fingers gripping the railing beside me. “He doesn’t seem to be bothered seeing me with someone else. I feel so stupid right now.”Luca’s jaw tightened. He leaned back against the locker, arms crossed.“I was thinking of confronting him,” I muttered, tugging at the hem of my crop top, nipples perking out “but I’d look dumb confronting someone who doesn’t give a shit about me. Worst canon event ever.”“Then break up with him,” Luca said flatly.“You think it’s that easy?”“Yes, it is,” he snarled, stepping closer, his breath brushing my forehead. “He doesn’t love you… he’s cheating, girl. Grow out of your delusions. He’s gone. Bro… is just using you for your money, and you can’t see that because you’re blinded by whatever the hell you call ‘love’.”He dragged a hand down his face, annoyed. “I’m tired of advising your ass. You always do the opposite. So do whatever the hell you want… but when

She’s getting Stretched my my man (II)

“Leave now, bitch,” Zade barked.My knees actually weakened. Heat crawled up my throat, I couldn’t take the humiliation anymore. His friends burst into laughter behind him — loud, childish, disgusting.I couldn’t even stand there another second. I turned away fast, blinking back tears until everything blurred into useless color.I ran.My vision fogged so badly I barely saw where I was going. My heart felt like it was punching a hole through my chest. I didn’t care. I just needed to get away from them — from him — from the way his friends made me feel so useless .I slammed into someone.“O—oh my God, I’m sorry,” I whispered, trembling. I had no clue who it was. I tried to keep running, but my clothes yanked back.I froze, turning around slowly.It was Luca.He hadn’t realized it was me at first—my top hooked to the charm bracelet on his wrist— a tangled mess of metal and fabric.His breath hitched the minute he recognized my face.“Ca… Camila?” His voice cracked. “Are you okay?”“No

She’s getting stretched by my man(III)

“Uhmm… it’s just a cheek kiss, nothing deep,” I muttered under my breath, trying to play it cool.“Okay then… fair play. I’ll come to your hostel by 11 p.m. I’ll drive,” he said, his voice smooth.“You can drive?” I asked, my eyes widening in genuine awe.“Yes, sure. Why not?”“Oh, didn’t expect that,” I replied, biting my lower lip to hide a grin.“I have to go now, okay?” I said, already turning to leave.“Yeah, sure, babe,” he called out.I rolled my eyes hard. “Don’t give me that attitude. Who knows? We could start an actual relationship. You never know where this could lead.” He said.“Hmm, bravo! So confident of you. I think I’m done with relationships for now. I just wanna foreplay around,” I shot back.“Err… we could be foreplay buddies,” he suggested, a smirk tugged on his lips.“Huh… is that even a word?” I chuckled, shaking my head.“I don’t know about that, but since you don’t want your so-called dripping pussy violated… we’d be foreplay buddies instead of fuck buddies.”

She’s getting stretched by my man(IV)

“Beg for it,” he growled, eyes locked on mine with that predatory glint, but I wasn’t about to fold—I ground down harder on his throbbing cock, my slick folds dragging along his length in slow circles, spanking his thigh sharp and playful , leaving a red handprint blooming on his skin as retaliation. He flipped me sudden onto my back like I weighed nothing, his hands pinning my thighs wide open, hovering over me with his thick cock slapping wet against my swollen clit—smack, smack, smack—the lewd sounds mixing with my gasps as he rubbed the fat head faster now, gliding through my dripping lips, teasing my entrance with shallow dips that had me bucking up desperate but never pushing in, precum mixing with my juices in sticky strings.His fingers plunged back in brutal—four thick ones stretching my tight pussy to the absolute limit, twisting aggressive and deep with painful curls that scraped my walls raw, making me arch clean off the bed, screaming as waves of pleasure-pain crashed ha

That Gorgeous Boy Is After My Money(I)(BL)

“Oh, hello, sexy. Looks like you’re finding it hard to get on the Smith machine, handsome. Why don’t I help you? Looks like you need a little help,” I muttered, my hands slowly tracing his laps, my fingertips brushing just enough to make him tingle. He flinched hard, yanking one AirPod out. “Are you… talking to me?” he asked, voice low. Crap. “You didn’t get what I said? Well, whatever… I was just trying to flirt with you.” I cleared my throat. “But actually, are you finding it hard to get on the machine? Because uhmm…” I swallowed hard. “You’re not doing it right.” He sat up straighter, rolling his shoulders back. “Yeah… I actually do need a little assistance. It’s my first time hitting the gym. I really don’t know how any of this shit works. I was even thinking about getting a personal trainer,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, fair enough…but why pay for a personal trainer when I’m right here, baby?” His whole face lit up, eyes going wide. “Really? You’d t

That Gorgeous Boy Is After My Money(II)(BL)

Three weeks later Diego’s POV I heard the doorbell and the muffled exchange at the front. “Pizza guy’s here,” I called from the bathroom, voice bouncing off the tiles through the steam. “Code’s 46345.” “Got it, honey,” Jace yelled back. I smiled to myself. I finally had the fine shit I’d been craving. I thought getting him all to myself would be hard, but money really does move mountains. Still… damn, he’s expensive as hell. In Just a few weeks since we met, done dropped billions on dumb shit—bought himself a fleet of sports cars, that ugly-ass Tesla Cybertruck I still ain’t got, diamonds heavy enough to sink a boat… unnecessary but cute. But he worth every penny. That arch, that grip—Lord. I gotta spoil my cupcake. Tonight I’m trying to be good, though. Wanna build something real, not just dick him down every time we in the same room. I actually want forever with him. Marriage, kids one day, all that. I already prayed earnestly on it hard. Can’t wait to take him home.

That Gorgeous Boy is After My Money(III)(BL)

He could barely move. I yanked him up, spun him, shoved him to his knees again. His face was wrecked—eyes red, lips swollen, spit everywhere. “Suck the taste of your own ass off me.” He dove in like he was starving. Gagging, choking, drooling all over himself. I fucked his throat till he couldn’t breathe, till snot ran down his lip, till he was clawing at my thighs just to pull off for air. I pulled out, slapped his face with my wet dick—left, right, left—smearing spit and precum all over his cheeks. “Open.” He did. I shoved back in and nutted straight down his throat, hips jerking, groaning loud and filthy. He swallowed what he could, the rest spilled out the sides, running down his neck with the water. He coughed, wheezing, but I wasn’t done. I dragged him up, bent him over the bench again, spread him wide. His hole was gaping, red, twitching. “Still hungry?” I muttered. He nodded frantically. “Please—need more—” I pushed back slowly this time, just to feel him fl

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