All Chapters of LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Marcus barely had time to catch his breath from the last round. Cum still leaked from his stretched hole, slicking his inner thighs, pooling under his ass on the soaked sheets. His body trembled, red ass glowing, cock half-hard again despite the exhaustion. Ava stood over him, chest rising slow, eyes dark and hungry. She hadn’t come down yet. She never did until she decided he was truly wrecked.She grabbed the leash still clipped to his collar. Yanked hard.“On your back. Legs up.”He rolled over fast. Flat on the mattress. She grabbed his ankles, dragged his legs high, folded them back until his knees nearly touched his shoulders. Classic mating press. His ass lifted off the bed, hole exposed and gaping, still dripping her earlier load. She knelt between his thighs, pressed her weight down, pinning him folded and helpless. Her cock—thick, veined, rock-hard again—slapped heavy against his crack.“Look at this sloppy hole,” she muttered. “Still leaking my cum. Greedy little ass can’t

Marcus crawled into the bedroom on his hands and knees the second Ava snapped her fingers from the doorway. No words needed anymore. He knew the routine. Naked. Collared. Leash already clipped from the night before. Ass still bruised purple from yesterday’s crop and paddle, hole tender and slick from the plug she’d made him wear all day under his clothes at work. He’d leaked through his boxers twice on the drive over.Ava stood waiting in the center of the room under the ceiling chains. Black latex gloves up to her elbows tonight. No bodysuit—just a tight black sports bra, harness locked on, and the same monstrous ridged dildo from last night gleaming with fresh lube. Her real cock hung heavy below it, already thick and veined, balls full.She grabbed the leash. Yanked him up to his feet.“Hands behind your head. Spread your legs.”He obeyed instantly. She circled him slow. Crop in hand. Tapped the underside of his balls lightly—then harder. He hissed. Cock jumped in the chastity cage

Jaxon carried Nadia to the bedroom like she weighed nothing. One thick arm hooked under her knees, the other wrapped around her back, fingers digging into the soft flesh just below her ribs. Her red ass rested against his forearm, every step sending fresh stings through the swollen skin. Cum still leaked from her pussy in slow, warm trickles, smearing across his hoodie and dripping onto the hallway floor in fat, clear drops.He kicked the bedroom door open. Dropped her onto the king mattress face-down. She landed with a soft bounce, legs splaying wide, ass up, cheeks still glowing crimson and radiating heat. The handprints were vivid now, bright red outlines layered over deeper burgundy bruises, the thick flesh quivering with every shaky breath she took.Jaxon stood at the foot of the bed and stripped slowly. Hoodie peeled off first, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the deep V of his abs, the dark trail of hair leading down. Jeans shoved down next. Boxers kicked away. His cock

The next morning the house smelled like coffee and sex.Ethan woke up on the couch, naked, blanket half off, morning wood already thick and heavy against his stomach. His cock still felt sore from how hard Sarah—Mommy—had ridden him last night. Four times. She kept waking him up every couple hours, whispering "Mommy needs you again" while she climbed on top and used him until they both passed out sweaty and sticky.Now sunlight poured through the big windows. He heard bare feet on hardwood.Sarah walked in wearing nothing but one of his old college hoodies. It hung loose on her, stopping mid-thigh. No zipper pulled up, so the front gaped open showing the inner curves of her heavy tits and the soft swell of her belly. Her hair was messy from sleep and fingers. Lips still a little swollen from sucking him off at 4 a.m.She carried two mugs. Set one on the coffee table in front of him."Morning, baby boy."Ethan's dick twitched under the blanket just from her voice. "Morning… Mommy."Her

Chapter 1: The ConfrontationI was shaking when I knocked on her door.Twenty-four years old and I had never felt this kind of rage before. My boyfriend of two years had been texting someone late at night. I found the messages two days ago. Explicit. Filthy. No room for misunderstanding. Her name was Sasha. Same age as me. Same city. Same fucking apartment building, three floors down.I did not cry when I read them. I got dressed. Black leggings, tight crop top, hair in a high ponytail. I looked like I was going to the gym. I was not.She opened the door barefoot in tiny sleep shorts and a loose tank top, long dark hair messy, lips still glossy from whatever she had been doing before I showed up. She looked exactly like the girl in the selfies my boyfriend had saved in a hidden folder.Her eyes widened when she saw me.“Mia?” she said, voice soft, surprised. “What”I did not let her finish.I stepped inside, pushed the door shut behind me, and locked it.“You fucked my boyfrie