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All Chapters of LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS [FILTHY EROTICA COLLECTION]: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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FUTA ON TOP pt 2

Marcus arrived at 9 p.m. sharp. Door unlocked. Lights off except one red bulb in the bedroom that casts everything in deep red. He stripped in the hallway. Folded his clothes. Walked in naked. Cock already thick and leaking down his thigh from the drive over.Ava was waiting.She stood in the center of the room like a statue carved from shadow and leather. Full black bodysuit tonight, tight, shiny, zipped low between her tits. Harness strapped over it with a new toy: jet-black, ridged silicone cock, curved upward, thicker at the base than anything they’d used before. A thick leather collar dangled from her hand. Chains clinked softly on the bed behind her, four-point spreader bars, ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, a heavy metal spreader bar already set up.She didn’t smile. Just pointed to the floor.“Kneel. Hands behind your head.”He dropped. Locked his fingers at the back of his skull. Chest out. Legs spread wide on his knees.Ava stepped forward. Buckled the collar around his throat. Tig

FUTA ON TOP pt 3

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

FUTA ON TOP pt 4

The next evening Marcus showed up shaking before he even knocked. He’d spent the whole day hard, leaking in his pants every time he remembered last night. His arse still sore. Throat raw. Hole tender but already aching to be filled again. He stripped in the hallway like always. Walked in naked. Dropped to his knees in the living room without being told.Ava made him wait longer tonight.Twenty minutes. On his knees. Hands behind his head. Cock throbbing untouched. Pre-cum dripping in slow, steady strings onto the hardwood.When she finally walked out, the sight hit him like a punch.She wore full black latex now—catsuit zipped to her navel, shiny, tight enough to show every muscle. Harness over it with the biggest toy yet: jet-black, 10-inch monster, ridged and flared at the base, balls attached for extra slap. Thick leather cuffs on her wrists. A riding crop in one hand. Metal chastity cage dangling from the other.She didn’t speak. Just stepped forward. Grabbed his jaw hard. Forced

FUTA ON TOP pt 5

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

BIG ROUGH DOM – JAXON'S GOOD GIRL WRECKED

The storm outside raged harder after midnight. Rain lashed at the windows angrily. Thunder cracked like gunshots. Inside the apartment the only light came from the single lamp in the living room and the faint blue glow from the TV that nobody was watching.Jaxon kicked the front door shut behind him. Water dripped from his black hoodie, soaked through his work boots, and left dark footprints across the hardwood. He was massive, six-foot-six, two-hundred-sixty pounds of dense, corded muscle earned from years swinging hammers and hauling steel on construction sites. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, jaw clenched tight, hazel eyes already burning with the kind of hunger that had been building all day.Nadia was waiting exactly where he told her to be.She knelt in the center of the living room rug, knees spread wide, hands resting palms-up on her thighs. Completely naked except for the thin silver choker around her throat, the one with the small O-ring he liked to hook his fin

BIG ROUGH DOM – JAXON'S GOOD GIRL WRECKED pt 2

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

MOMMY’S BOY

The summer heat clung to everything in the house, thick and lazy, the kind that made clothes feel optional. Sarah had sent her own kids to camp for two weeks, leaving the big place quiet except for the low hum of the AC and the occasional creak of floorboards.Twenty-one-year-old Ethan had been crashing on her couch since his mother, Sarah’s oldest friend took an emergency work trip to Dubai. He’d offered to house-sit his own place, but Sarah insisted. “You’re not staying alone in that empty apartment,” she’d said, voice warm but final. “Besides, someone needs to keep me company.”That first night she wore a thin white tank top, no bra, nipples dark and obvious through damp cotton whenever she moved past a fan. Ethan tried not to stare. Failed. She caught him twice and only smiled, slow and knowing.By the third night the pretense was gone.She found him in the kitchen at midnight., wearing only loose basketball shorts, fridge light painting his bare torso gold. Sarah leaned in the do

MOMMY’S BOY pt 2

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

MOMMY’S BOY pt 3

Sarah kept her promise about the shower.After breakfast, where she sat on his lap feeding him bites of fruit while grinding her bare ass against his hardening cock—she dragged him upstairs. The master bathroom was huge, all glass and white tile, steam already rising from the rainfall showerhead she turned on full blast.She stripped the hoodie off in one motion. Naked now, curves glowing under the soft light, nipples tight from the cool air before the heat hit. Ethan’s shorts hit the floor. His cock stood straight up, thick and ready again, even after coming twice already this morning.Sarah backed under the spray. Water cascaded over her shoulders, down her tits, between her thighs. She crooked a finger.“Come here, baby boy. Mommy wants to get dirty while we get clean.”Ethan stepped in. Hot water hit his skin like a slap. She pulled him close, bodies slick, her tits pressing flat against his chest. She kissed him hard, tongue deep, one hand stroking his cock under the stream while

STRAP- ON PAYBACK

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

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