All Chapters of Taboo: Ties and Sins : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The apartment still smelled of fresh paint and the cardboard boxes piled in the corners, but none of that mattered: Isabela was already pressed against the panoramic window, the curtains flung wide open and the nighttime city serving as an audience. Her curvaceous body, bathed in the amber light of the lamp, clung to the icy glass; her full breasts flattened against the surface, leaving damp marks while her nipples traced circles that clouded the reflection of the metropolis. Her blonde hair, stuck to her sweaty neck, framed the blue eyes that sparked in defiance at the darkness outside.The discreet tattoos on her arms seemed to come alive under Rafael's hands, which held her hips with brute force, nails digging into her pale skin. His cock plunged deep into her wet pussy, each thrust marked by the moist slap of bodies colliding, an indecent sound that pierced the silence and seemed to shout to everyone in the neighboring building."Fuck, Isa, you want the whole neighborhood to see h

On the seventh floor, a young couple was on display: the woman touched herself, her hand sliding between her legs, while the man masturbated in sync with Rafael. Each gesture from the neighbors was like a reflection of what was happening in 702, and it only increased Isabela's pleasure."They're imitating us... They're having sex because of us," she whispered, standing up, her mouth still glistening with saliva, before kissing Rafael. The taste of his cock still on her lips heightened the tension. She pushed him against the glass, reversing their roles. She climbed onto his lap, her thighs wrapping around his hips, her wet pussy rubbing against his rigid member. "Let's show them how to really fuck," she said, her voice thick with lust. Each downward movement was calculated, the pressure of her body making their skin slap together, the sound echoing through the room and the street.Rafael held her butt firmly, his hands digging into her flesh, increasing the pace. He bit her neck, leav

She opened the door, and there stood the couple from the seventh floor: the woman with long brown hair, nervous eyes, wearing a light dress that clung to her slender body; the man, tall, with short hair and sparse stubble, his face flushed with hesitation and desire."Hi... I'm Clara," said the woman, her voice trembling, her eyes fixed on Isabela's naked body, then on Rafael's cock. "This is Lucas. You... invited us, right?""Isabela," she replied, her voice honey-sweet, pulling Clara by the hand. "And this is Rafael. Come in."Rafael closed the door, the sound echoing in the living room, which seemed smaller with four bodies, the air thick with the smell of sex and anticipation. Isabela sat Clara down on the sofa, her blue eyes locking onto hers, and began to unbutton the woman's dress, revealing small breasts, nipples hard."You were touching yourself for us, Clara, weren't you?" she whispered, her fingers grazing her skin, Clara gasping and nodding timidly.Rafael pulled Lucas asi

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of apartment 702, staining the living room with a warm orange that danced over the scattered moving boxes. Isabela, dressed in a tight gray tank top and a pair of short denim shorts, moved between the stacks of cardboard, her curvaceous body sweaty, her blond hair up in a messy bun. Her tattoos—a sinuous serpent on her left arm, a cherry blossom branch on her right—glistened in the light, and her blue eyes, normally sparkling with mischief, now shone with amused concentration as she cut packing tape with scissors. The smell of cardboard, fresh coffee, and polished wood filled the air, mixed with the subtle echo of desire that had permeated the space since previous nights.Rafael, in a black t-shirt and cargo shorts, balanced a heavy box on his shoulder, his tanned chest gleaming with sweat, his brown eyes following Isabela with a mischievous smile."You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he said, his voice deep, as he placed the box o

"Who is that?" whispered Clara."Gabriel," replied Ines, with a frown. "The new gardener. A man with a... complicated past. The Mother Superior took him in out of charity, but I wouldn't trust him."Clara didn't answer. Her eyes, however, returned to the man. There was something about him that didn't fit in that world of silence and prayers. It was like seeing a lone wolf wandering among sheep.And then, he raised his gaze.His eyes, a brown so dark it was almost black, fixed on hers. Time seemed to hesitate. The air grew thick, and a shiver ran up Clara's spine. She felt naked, pierced by that gaze, as if he could see beyond the veil, beyond faith.She looked away quickly, pruning a branch with more force than she intended."Careful, novice," said a deep voice, too close. Clara looked up and saw Gabriel standing a few steps away, the shovel resting on his shoulder with the naturalness of one born to bear weight. "Those rosebushes know how to wound."Blood rushed to her face. The veil