All Chapters of Forbidden Collection : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I dim the lights in my bedroom studio, the camera rolling as I settle onto my king-sized bed, surrounded by soft pink sheets that hug my curves. Hey there, lovers, it’s your girl Khalifa here—your favorite OnlyFans pornstar, bringing the heat right to Pornhub. I’ve been teasing you all week on my page, and tonight, I’m feeling extra naughty. My body’s aching for release, and I want you to watch every second. I’m wearing this tiny black lace teddy that barely covers my perky D-cup tits, my nipples already hard and poking through the fabric like they’re desperate for your touch. My long, dark hair falls in waves over my shoulders, and my olive skin glows under the warm light. “Mmm, hi babies,” I purr into the camera, my voice low and sultry, with that sweet accent you love. “I’ve missed you. Let’s get dirty together. I’m so wet already just thinking about you stroking to me.” I lean back against the pillows, spreading my legs slowly, giving you a peek at my smooth, shaved pussy through

The second I stepped into Becky’s apartment—our apartment, really, though I never contributed to the rent—I dropped my bag and collapsed dramatically into the velvet couch. “Tell me, how did the screening go?” Becky demanded before I’d even kicked off one shoe. She was already holding out a glass of red wine, her fingers tight around the stem. I exhaled through my teeth, long and shaky. “It was good, I guess… but a whole lot.” She narrowed her eyes, lips pursed. “Uh-uh. That’s not the kind of answer I need to that question, sweetheart.” She sank down beside me, tucking one leg under herself, and started twisting a brunette curl around her finger the way she always did when she was bracing for bad news. “ I want DETAILS.” she added, voice low. I groaned, took the glass, and swallowed a mouthful that burned all the way down. “The CEO’s husband did the interview. Mrs. Zara Shawn wasn’t there. Just him.” I stared at the dark liquid swirling in the glass. “Okayyy…” Becky chirped, scoo

“Hey, Dewis, we’ve been waiting for you,” Becky purrs, her voice all sultry and sweet, crawling toward me on all fours, her big tits swaying hypnotically. Lisa follows, licking her lips, “Yeah, baby, we need that big white cock of yours to fill us up good.” I grin, stepping closer, my cock straining against my jeans. I unzip slowly, letting it spring free—hard, thick, veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum. “Fuck, girls, you look so damn hot. Come here and suck it.” Becky reaches me first, her soft hands wrapping around my cock, stroking it gently at first, then firmer, her thumb circling the tip. “Mmm, Dewis, it’s so big and warm,” she moans softly, leaning in to plant a wet kiss on the head. Lisa joins her, their faces inches apart, tongues darting out to lick my cock from both sides. It’s like a dream— their hot breaths on my skin, the slurping sounds as they lap at me like I’m their favorite treat. Becky takes the lead, opening her mouth wide and sliding my cock in, her l

Alfie shoves Maximo aside, laughing maniacally, and starts jackhammering at warp speed. His curved cock hits my g-spot on every thrust. Ten seconds in and I’m already convulsing. “Watch this, watch the birthday whore explode!” he yells. Another massive squirt erupts, this one shooting two meters straight up, splattering the ceiling and raining back down over all of us in hot droplets. I scream so loud my voice gives out, turning into a hoarse, guttural wail. Malik is last. He climbs on slow, almost gentle, then buries himself to the root and just grinds, slow, cruel, punishing circles that make my eyes roll back permanently. He leans down, bites my nipple hard enough to bruise, and whispers, “Come on my dick one more time, princess.” That’s all it takes. My whole body seizes, pussy clamping down so hard he grunts, and I squirt again, weaker but longer, a steady stream that soaks the sheets under my ass while I sob and shake uncontrollably. They yank me off the bed and force me to m

The next day, the Head of the Criminal Investigation Department stood in front of the crew, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning each of us as he recited the Anthem of Justice.We all recited along, our voices barely above whispers at first, but gradually gaining strength as his intensity filled the room.He cleared his throat and leaned slightly forward, his hands gripping the edge of the podium. “Our department has been lagging behind,” he began, his voice tight with barely-contained frustration. “If we keep going like this, I’m afraid the badges of a few of you will be degraded—or worse, you might be transferred to a lesser branch. And tell me—why is it that I gave you all a project, instructed submission of your statistics in a week, and now it’s past two weeks, and not a single one of you has brought the case up?”The room grew uncomfortably silent. My stomach knotted. I had the sensation of all eyes settling on me.“I had to do my findings myself,” he continued, his voice rising