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Friends with benefits 1

His couch was too damn comfortable. Or maybe it was the fact that I was sitting too close to him again, legs brushing, heat rising with every fake laugh we tossed around.“Why do we even watch movies if we never finish them?” I asked, grabbing another handful of popcorn.“Because you never shut up,” he smirked, voice low, teasing.I rolled my eyes and tossed a popcorn kernel at his face. He caught it in his mouth without missing a beat.“Show off.”“You love it.”I did. Too much. That was the problem.The room dimmed as the movie kept playing, but we weren’t watching it. We never did. These nights always started like this casual, playful, safe. Until it wasn’t.His arm slid along the back of the couch, the weight of it resting just behind my shoulders. I pretended not to notice, but my skin buzzed. My body knew what was coming. Craved it.“You're sitting kinda close,” he murmured, voice dipped in suggestion.“Your couch isn’t that big.”“You’ve sat on the other end before.”I looked o

Friends with benefits II

My legs were jelly as I stumbled toward the bathroom, skin slick with sweat, his cum dripping down the inside of my thigh.I didn’t even bother to grab a towel. Just flicked on the shower and stepped under the spray, letting the hot water beat against my sore body.But before I could even rinse the ache between my legs, I heard him behind me. Quiet steps. That same heavy presence.He didn’t ask. He never did.The glass door opened, steam swirling around us.“You think you’re done?” he asked, voice low and rough. “You think you’re clean?”I turned slightly, water dripping down my bare chest, nipples hard, lips parted.“I figured you'd need a break,” I teased, biting back a smirk.His eyes dragged over my body the curve of my back, the marks on my thighs, the mess still between my legs. He didn’t look tired. He looked hungry.“I’m hard again,” he said simply.And he was. Thick. Heavy. Already leaking again.He stepped into the shower, water rolling off his skin. His hands were on me bef

Friends with benefits III

We never left the bathroom.Steam clung to the walls. The water had long gone cold, but neither of us noticed. Or cared.I was slumped over the edge of the tub, arms limp, mouth open. Used. Fucked. Twice filled and still aching for more.He stood behind me, watching the way his cum leaked down my thighs, chest rising slow as if deciding what to do next.Then he grabbed me.Fist in my hair. Yanked me up. Spun me around. Shoved me back against the cold tile, hard enough to make me gasp.But before I could speak, his hand wrapped around my throat.Tight.Not playful.Possessive.“You look too fucking calm,” he muttered, eyes wild, cock already hard again between us. “That little mouth of yours needs reminding.”I whimpered, fingers gripping his wrist, nails digging in not to stop him, but to feel it more.“You like this, huh?” he sneered. “Choked. Held down. Treated like the filthy, desperate slut you are?”I couldn’t answer not with his hand crushing my throat.And he loved that.“Good,

Friends with benefits IV

I was still on my knees.Face soaked.Lips swollen.Throat sore.He stood above me, cock glistening, half-hard again and twitching back to life. Still hungry. Still greedy. Like he hadn’t already used every inch of me.“Turn around,” he said. Voice low. Commanding.I did slowly hands on the floor, arching my back, offering myself like I knew what was coming.He didn’t touch me at first. Just stared.My pussy was wrecked. His cum leaked down my thighs. I was red, swollen, marked from the slaps, the grip of his hands, the way he fucked me like he hated me.Then I felt it his thumb.Not on my clit. Not on my pussy.Lower.Slipping between the cheeks of my ass.I tensed.He chuckled. Dark. Deep.“You know what’s next.”I swallowed hard. “You’re not even gonna prep me?”Another laugh cruel this time.“No,” he said. “You don’t get that tonight.”He spat hard letting it drip right between my cheeks, landing over my tight hole.“That’s all the lube you get.”Then his hand grabbed my hip, his

Pool party I

The public pool was packed screaming kids, splashing water, lazy parents tanning like meat on plastic chairs. Lifeguards blew whistles without even looking. Everyone was too distracted.Which was perfect.Because I wasn’t here to swim.I was already floating by the deep end, sunglasses on, pretending to relax. But my heartbeat was loud in my ears.Because I felt him.Behind me.Too close.Then under the water his hand slid over my hip. Casual, at first. Then possessive.“You gonna stop me?” he breathed against my ear, voice low and cocky.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not with his fingers already dipping lower, under the surface, under my bikini bottoms like he had every right.“People are around,” I whispered, barely moving my lips.“That’s the fun part,” he muttered. “You’re already soaking. Not from the pool.”I shivered as his fingers slid right between my thighs, brushing over my pussy, slow and teasing. My legs twitched. My breath hitched. And my body that traitorous slut shifted

Pool party II (finish what you started)

I barely made it through the locker room door before I heard it.Wet footsteps. Fast. Heavy.Coming straight for me.I smirked. Didn’t even turn around.“You just gonna follow me in here?” I teased, tossing my towel over the bench, my bikini still clinging to my soaked skin.“I’m not asking anymore,” he growled.Then his hands were on me.He shoved me against the cold tile wall, mouth crashing into mine — wild, desperate, all teeth and heat. His cock pressed hard against my ass, still throbbing from the torture I gave him in the pool.“You think you can stroke me like that and walk away?” he snarled. “Nah, sweetheart. You're finishing this with your fucking mouth.”I gasped, and before I could answer, he dropped his swim shorts to his ankles. His cock sprang free, hard and angry, thick veins pulsing down the shaft like it was about to explode.And I wanted it.Desperately.I dropped to my knees, water dripping off both of us, the floor slick beneath me. I gripped him with both hands,

pool party III (Don’t Make a Sound)

I was still bent over the bench trembling, wrecked, dripping his cock buried so deep inside me I swore I could feel him in my throat.I was shaking from the orgasm, every nerve raw. But he didn’t let go. Didn’t pull out.Instead, he leaned down over my back, both hands gripping my hips like he owned me.“You think we’re done?” he whispered into my ear, voice dark and low.“You haven’t even felt what I’m about to give you.”But then.The door creaked open.My eyes flew wide.Footsteps echoed.Someone had come in. Maybe another swimmer. Maybe a worker. I didn’t know. I didn’t care.Because he didn’t stop.He stilled his hips, cock throbbing deep inside me, and reached up to slap a hand over my mouth.“Don’t. Make. A sound.”My heart pounded. The footsteps got closer. I could hear them walking down the row of lockers just a few feet away. They paused. A locker opened. Slammed shut.All while his cock pulsed inside me, still rock hard, still twitching like it needed to ruin me again.And

pool party IV (Up Against the Wall)

He looked down at me a wet, ruined mess on my knees and something shifted in his eyes.Something darker.Something hungrier.“Get up,” he ordered, voice thick, low, wrecked.I stood, shaky and soaked, my legs barely steady. He grabbed my wrist, yanked me toward the back of the locker room, right into the showers. Tiles slick. Steam rising. Echoes bouncing off the walls.He shoved me up against the cold wall, my breath catching as my bare back hit the freezing tile.Then he leaned in.His mouth crushed mine deep, sloppy, all tongue and teeth. His hands slid down my thighs, fingers digging into the backs of them as he lifted me up like I weighed nothing.I gasped.My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.And thenHe was inside me.One brutal, delicious thrust.He buried his cock so deep I saw stars my whole body stretched, trembling, impaled on him while my back slammed against the wall tile.“Fuck!” I cried out, nails clawing at his shoulders.“You feel that?” he growled into my

Soaked & Spread -- 1

One second we were walking down the street, the next we were drenched.Thunder cracked, people scattered for shelter. But we didn’t run.We ducked into a narrow alley dark, quiet, soaked in shadows.And that’s when he grabbed me.His hand tangled in my wet hair, lips crashing into mine, hungry and rough. His body pinned me to the cold, dripping brick wall like he couldn’t wait one more second.“You knew what you were doing,” he growled into my mouth. “Walking around in that little dress.”“I didn’t think...”“Exactly. You didn’t think,” he snapped. “No bra. No panties. Nipples hard. Pussy probably dripping for me already.”I moaned because he was right.My dress clung to my skin, soaked through, thin as tissue. My tits were basically on display. My thighs were wet and not just from the rain.“I should leave you here,” he whispered, hand sliding up under the hem of my dress. “Let you soak, keep aching.”“Then do it,” I dared.He froze.Then smiled dark. Dangerous.“No.”His hand slid u

Soaked & Spread -- 2

I was still pressed to the wall.My breath hadn’t come back.My legs were trembling.His cum was leaking out of me in slow, warm drips down my thighs, mixing with the rain that still poured around us.He held me there for a minute, forehead resting against mine, both of us soaked to the bone.Then he looked down.Watched it spill from between my thighs. His cock twitched at the sight.“You’re dripping,” he whispered, voice rough, wrecked. “Fucking dripping with me.”I nodded, dazed.“Yeah,” I breathed. “And I want it.”He blinked. “What?”I pushed off the wall, legs barely steady, and slid down to my knees in front of him.“I want to taste it.”His eyes darkened instantly.I reached between my legs, fingers gathering the slick mess from my swollen cunt, smearing it onto his cock, still hard, still wet. I stroked him slowly letting both our cum coat him from tip to base.Then I leaned in.And licked.Long, slow, messy.“Jesus fuck,” he whispered, one hand flying to the back of my head.

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