All Chapters of Taboo: Ties and Sins - Fetishes: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Anya walked determinedly through the dark, damp streets of the city, the asphalt reflecting the neon lights of cheap signs that flickered like empty promises. It was a hot night, the kind that made clothes stick to the body, and her tight black dress clung to her sweaty curves, highlighting her full breasts and round ass that swayed with every step. After an exhausting day at the office, dealing with piles of paperwork and an asshole boss who looked at her as if he wanted to devour her alive, she just wanted to get home and forget everything. But forgetting wasn’t easy. Her marriage to Pedro was a fucking dead routine, an endless cycle of cold nights in bed where he barely touched her, preferring to snore or scroll on his phone. No fire, no lust, no spark that made her feel desired. Pedro was a good man who paid the bills, but when it came to sex? A total failure. He barely lasted five minutes, and when he came, it was as if he were fulfilling an obligation, leaving her there, unsatis

Anya glanced at the kitchen clock while Pedro, her husband, absentmindedly ate a slice of cold pizza, his eyes glued to the screen of his cell phone. He had barely noticed her makeup, the tight dress that accentuated her curves, or the strong perfume she had used to disguise the scent of arousal already emanating from her body. “Work meeting at night? Again?” he muttered without looking up, more out of habit than suspicion. Anya smiled inwardly, her heart racing as the lie slipped easily from her lips.“Yeah, honey. The boss scheduled a last-minute conference with the investors. It might take a while,” she said, kissing him lightly on the forehead, feeling a second of self-disgust, but the lust she felt for Atlas quickly erased any guilt. Pedro grunted a “Fine” and went back to his phone, oblivious to the fact that his wife was about to be fucked like a whore in a cheap motel. Anya left the apartment, her legs trembling with anticipation, the night wind brushing against her skin like

Anya's obsession with Atlas had reached a point of no return, a vortex of desire that consumed every thought of hers, leaving her wet and anxious even during the most mundane hours. After the dangerous games in his apartment, with handcuffs and vibrators that left her sore and sated for days, Atlas kept pushing the limits. “I want something wilder, babe. My friend Carla is a busty brunette who loves to share. How about a threesome? You, me, and her – fucking you until you forget your own name,” he had texted her, attaching a photo of Carla: voluptuous curves, large breasts, and a naughty smile that promised chaos. Anya, reading it while Pedro watched TV on the couch, felt a shiver run up her spine, her pussy instantly throbbing. She had never experienced anything like this before – another woman, bodies intertwining in a dirty orgy. But lust won over fear. “Yes, let’s do it. Tell me when and where,” she replied, her fingers trembling on the keyboard. Pedro, as always oblivious, didn’t

Letícia had just moved into 12B. At twenty-six, she had the kind of body that made men lose their train of thought: she worked out four times a week but never skipped a good feijoada or spoon brigadeiro. The result was firm, soft flesh full of curves. Her breasts were large, heavy, natural, swaying freely under the thin white cotton t-shirt she wore now, with no bra. Her dark nipples poked through the fabric like two buttons begging to be sucked. Her ass was round and perky, the kind of butt that made any man turn his head and imagine burying his face there and licking until she begged.It was nine ten at night. The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor with a soft ding. Letícia entered dragging a small unpacked moving box. Her scent immediately filled the space: clean sweat mixed with sweet perfume and something more primal—the natural smell of a woman already aroused just imagining her new life there.As the doors began to close, a strong arm stopped them. Pedro from 12A stepped in

Letícia got on all fours on the sofa, her knees sinking into the cushions, her ass raised high, both hands planted flat on the backrest. The position left everything exposed: her round, soft ass spread open, her pink little asshole winking slightly, and right below it, her swollen, red pussy completely open and dripping. A thick, shiny strand of arousal leaked from her plump lips, running down her inner thigh and soaking the sofa. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes glazed with desire, biting her lower lip.Pedro pulled off his hoodie in one motion, tossing it to the floor. His cock sprang free, heavy and swinging in the air. It was thick, veiny, with a swollen, red head glistening with precum that dripped in a steady string. His heavy balls hung full beneath it. He spat into the palm of his right hand — a thick, loud spit — and slowly stroked it over his entire shaft, lubing up the hot, stretched skin.He pressed the thick head against Letícia’s dripping entrance, rubbing it up a