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The doorbell rang just as the sun was going down. I smoothed out my dress and went to open it. It was David, Mark’s younger brother. He was tall, like Mark, but he had a constant, playful smirk on his face."Hey, stranger," David laughed, pulling me into a quick hug. "I heard the favorite sister-in-law was back in town.""Hey, David," I said, forced to smile. I wasn't nearly as close to him as I was to Mark, and his loud energy was a bit much after the stress of the afternoon.Dinner was a lively affair. David told jokes and kept Sarah laughing. Mark sat at the head of the table, looking perfectly professional in a fresh shirt. You would never guess that just hours ago, he was naked and panting in my shower. He acted like a perfect husband, but every time David made a joke, Mark would catch my eye for a split second, his gaze heavy and dark.The next morning, the house was busy again. Mark stood by the door, briefcase in hand."I forgot I have those theater tickets for the kids in my

Dinner that evening felt like a play where everyone was wearing a mask. The dining room was filled with the smell of roasted chicken and the sound of clinking silverware. Sarah was glowing, her cheeks flushed as she laughed at one of David’s jokes. David sat across from her, looking relaxed and smug. Mark sat at the head of the table, the picture of a serious man.I sat between Mark and David, my heart still racing from the secrets I was carrying."So, June," Sarah said, reaching for the salad. "Did you find anything good at the mall after you dropped off the tickets?""Just a few things," I lied, my voice steady. "The crowd was a bit much, though."Suddenly, I felt a hand on my thigh. It was Mark. Under the cover of the long tablecloth, his hand began to slide upward. He didn't even look at me. He kept talking to David about some stocks, his face completely calm.His fingers reached the edge of my panties and slipped underneath. I stiffened, my fork frozen halfway to my mouth. He fou

Pillow humping The clock on the wall ticks. 12:15 PM. I’m not done. The ache in my core didn't go away with my fingers; it just got deeper, heavier. I need something more substantial.I grab the long, overstuffed body pillow from the head of the bed. I drag it down, pinning it between my thighs. It’s cool and firm against my heated skin. I flip over, burying my face into the mattress, and straddle the length of it."Mmm-phmm..."I start slow. I tilt my pelvis, pressing the center of my heat against the firm cotton. I grind down, rotating my hips in a slow, heavy circle. The fabric is rougher than my fingers, more textured. It catches on the sensitive skin of my folds, dragging across my clit with every movement.12:17 PM.I increase the pressure. I’m not just grinding anymore; I’m humping. I lift my hips and slam them back down, burying my crotch into the pillow.Thud. Thud. Thud.The sound is dull and rhythmic. I can feel the pillow bunching up under me, creating a hard ridge that f

GioDinner was loud and full of laughter. It was one of those weekends I spent with my best friend Leo in his place. He was busy telling a story about a girl he met at the park. I was nodding and smiling, but I wasn't really listening to him. I was looking at his mom, Mrs. Adler.She sat at the head of the table, smiling as she poured more wine. She was wearing a soft, silk robe that looked expensive. I’ve known her since I was a kid, but lately, I couldn't stop noticing how beautiful she was. For her age, she was incredible. Her skin was smooth, her hair was thick and dark, and she had this way of looking at you that made your stomach flip."So, Gio," she said, her voice like honey. "How is your mother doing? I haven't seen her at the club in weeks.""She’s good, Mrs. Adler," I said. I felt my face getting hot. "Just busy with work.""Well, tell her she needs to take a break. Life is too short to work all the time," she smiled.After dinner, she stood up and stretched. The movement

GioI didn't move. My heart was thumping so hard I thought it would beat right out of my chest, but I stayed right where I was. The head of my cock was still resting against her wet, pink slit. I looked into her wide, shocked eyes."Gio! Get off me! What is wrong with you?" her voice was shaking, but she wasn't screaming for help yet, which was good."I’m sorry, Mrs. Adler," I whispered. My voice was raspy. I didn't pull away. Instead, I gave a small, slow nudge forward, feeling the heat of her, finding confidence. "I’m so sorry. But look at you. You’re so wet. You’re soaking through the bed."She tried to push my shoulders away, but her hands were weak. She was still groggy from the pills. "Gio, stop. This is wrong. You’re Leo’s best friend. I’m... I’m like a mother to you.”"A mother doesn't look like this," I groaned. I started to rub myself against her again, a slow, sliding motion that smeared her own wetness all over the head of my cock. "I was so hard, Mrs. Adler. It was actual