All Chapters of TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Jerry Cameo didn't hesitate anymore. He climbed onto the bed, his heavy frame hovering over her, the mattress dipping under his weight. He grabbed her waist with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft skin, and lined himself up. His eyes met mine for one long, tense second—a silent acknowledgment of the boundary he was about to cross—before he drove himself home."Oh, god!" Cameo roared as he pushed inside. He stopped for a second, his body freezing, his eyes bulging as he felt the sheer resistance of how tight she was.She was so tight.He was buried deep, and the shock of the friction made his entire frame tremble. He just stayed there for a moment, breathing in the scent of her hair, his muscles twitching as he adjusted to the heat of her grip.I leaned in closer, my hand back on my own cock, stroking it in a slow, steady rhythm as I watched the scene unfold. "How does it feel, Cameo?" I whispered, my voice thick and low. "How does your daughter’s pussy feel? It’s tight, is

Jerry Jinna didn't need to be told twice. She crawled onto my leather sofa, the dark material cool against her skin. She laid back and pulled her knees up, spreading her legs wide until she was completely open to me. This girl… she wasn't shy at all. She looked me right in the eyes, a wild, hungry look on her face."You want to see how bad I’ve been, Jerry?" she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. Her hand reached down slowly, her fingers disappearing into the wet, pink folds of her pussy. She didn't rush. She let her middle finger slide slowly from her bottom all the way up to the top, coating herself in her own slickness. Then, she started to rub her clit in small, fast circles. Her thumb pressed hard against the sensitive bud, and I watched the way her hips started to twitch. "I’ve been doing this all day, thinking about you. Thinking about how it felt when you were inside me. I do it in the shower. I do it while my daddy is in the other room. I can’t stop, Jerry."I stood o

She didn't argue. She loved the order. She walked ahead of me, her bare ass swaying with every step, still dripping from what we had just done. We reached the kitchen, and I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up and sitting her hard on the edge of the counter. The cold stone made her hiss and arch her back. "Mmm-nnn-gh! Jerry, it’s so cold," she whispered, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink. Her legs were spread wide, and her chest was heaving. "What are you doing? I thought you were finished with me." "I told you I'd decide when we were finished," I said. I stood between her legs, my thick, wet cock pressing against her opening again. I didn't go in yet. I just rubbed the head against her clit, watching her eyes flutter shut. "You’ve got my mark all over you, and you still want more, jina?" "Yes... please," she moaned, her head falling back against the kitchen cabinets. "I can't help it. I'm a brat. I'm a slut for you and Daddy. Just put it back in. I want to feel you hit

The state championship win had turned the locker room into a pressure cooker of raw, energy. The air was thick with the scent of victory, expensive cologne, and the stinging heat of sweat. They had won. They were the kings of the city. And Quill, the girl who always followed the team around, was their trophy. She had agreed to it—to be the "team celebration"—and now she was trapped in the center of their lockeroom.Six athletes, all tall, muscular, and buzzing with adrenaline, stood in a tight circle around the central wooden bench."The prize is here, boys!" Jax, the captain, yelled over the noise. "She’s ready to be used. But remember the rule: nobody cums inside. We save it all for the end. We want her face painted white when we’re done. Total dump!"Jax didn't wait. He grabbed Quill’s waist and pulled her to the edge of the bench. He was still wearing his jersey, the fabric rough against her skin. He didn't use a condom. He just lined himself up and drove into her with a heavy, b

The locker room was now at a boiling point. The air was thick and heavy. You could almost taste the sweat and the excitement. Quill was lying on the bench, her chest moving up and down in fast, shallow gasps. She looked completely used. Her hair was a mess. Her skin was red from the friction of the athletes' bodies. But her eyes were still wide, looking for the next man to take her."Our turn, boys," Zeke growled. Zeke was the team's star runner, and he was standing next to Blake, a tall, silent guy with a mean look in his eyes. They both stepped toward the bench at the same time. They didn't even look at each other. They only had eyes for Quill.Zeke grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over again. He wanted her back on all fours. "Get that ass up, Quill," he commanded. "I want to see how much room is left after Miller and Chase were done with you."Quill whimpered as she pushed herself up on her hands and knees. Her muscles were shaking like jelly. She felt the cold air on her w