All Chapters of THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The whole family gathered around the crackling campfire that night, laughing heartily and sharing old stories under a star-filled mountain sky. Tate couldn’t take his eyes off the luscious, freshly shaved legs of every mother present. Their smooth thighs and calves seemed to shimmer invitingly in the warm, flickering glow of the flames. Several times throughout the evening, he would glance up only to catch one of them smiling over at him with open, lascivious intent—knowing, hungry smiles that made his pulse race and his cock stir restlessly in his shorts. A short distance from their main campsite stood a small wooden building with communal showers. One by one, his aunts, his mother, and even his grandmother disappeared to get cleaned up, returning later with damp hair and a fresh, feminine scent clinging to their skin before retiring to their respective tents. Tate finally extinguished the dying campfire and headed to his own tent, his mind swirling with anticipation. He had a smal

“Of course you can, honey,” Ruth answered warmly. “We’ll all have plenty of time to work our hungry cunts on him today. No need to rush.” Jane let out a deep, satisfied sigh as she finally lifted herself off Tate’s glistening cock and switched places with her sister. “That good, huh?” her blonde-haired sister Morgan asked, already throwing one leg across the boy’s hips. “Fucking amazing,” Jane replied breathlessly, still trembling from her intense orgasm. “Best dick I’ve had in years.” Tate’s eyes nearly bugged out of his skull as he watched his very pregnant Aunt Morgan mount his loins. Her belly was a giant, swollen orb packed full of baby, looming prominently in front of him and resting heavily against his torso. He felt her reach underneath, grasp his slick cock, and drag his fat knob through her engorged, slippery labia. His gaze drifted upward along the impressive contour of her rounded pregnant belly to the massive, fatty breasts resting heavily on top of it. Unlike the ot

We strutted down the hallway, eyes glued to us from every corner. Naturally—they knew we always dress to kill. We’re literally always the talk of the school—and the hottest cheerleaders, of course. Well… also classified as the mean girls. We’re not really mean—we’re just… uhm, not nice. There’s a huge difference. We just put anyone who tries to get in our way down. Take Diana, for example. I mean, she’s a transferred student. They met in grade 10. I’ve known him since grade 9. So technically she stole him from me, even if he doesn’t look my way or even know I exist. But he’s damn sexy! The hottest hockey player. I love his smile. I literally know every single detail about him. I slammed the locker. Whose locker? The blonde bitch’s, of course—the one who refuses to know her place. “What do you want from me now?” she said, rolling her eyes. Nelly scoffed. “Are you trying to be us? That eye-roll doesn’t suit you.” “Does anything suit a bitch like her?” I asked. “Well, that’

Doris POV Diana… How are you? “What do you want from me? Please let me be, I really don’t want more problems, I beg of you, ” she muttered, stepping back slowly. “Do the calms. I’m not here to cause harm… trust me, I’ve changed for real.” My right hand on my chest, my left hand stretching to meet hers. “I need to tell you something—you might be in danger.” Her steps halted mid-retreat. Slowly, she pivoted, her gaze searching mine. “Danger?” she echoed. I snorted. “What do you mean by danger?” she asked, walking up to me. “It’s Georgia. The name alone made my stomach twist. She’s my friend, yes, I know… I know the type of person she is, Diana. She’s a toxic bitch. She’s … calculating. When she wants something, she gets it, no matter who gets crushed in the process. That’s why her temperament is choleric—she’s just so goal-oriented, in evil deeds though”. You need to watch your back; I also need to watch my back. I just realized she has a silent beef with me.” “O

*4 days later* Willam’s POV “Suck it faster, greedy little cunt.” Georgia’s lips stretched wider around my thick shaft, her 19-year-old mouth working me like a pro. She nodded eagerly, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, tongue swirling the head. Spit dripped down my balls. “Argh…fuck!!” My eyes rolled back from the pleasure ripping through my veins. “Fuck… Zane didn’t lie when he said you’re the best dick sucker he had ever met .” My hands moved to her tits, cupping them through the thin fabric of her bra. Her nipples were already hard, poking against the lace, begging for my touch. I smirked. I stood, gripping her jaw rough. “Open wide, slut.” Shoved my cock deep—gagging her, choking on my length. I fucked her face like a pussy, hips slamming. Spit poured from her lips, tears streaking her cheeks. “Yes… yes.. that’s it take it, you filthy whore.” I groaned. I yanked my cock out of her wet mouth , strings of saliva connecting us. I spat right into her open mouth. She swallowed