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Emily sank to her knees eagerly, the water forming a pool around her. Taking him in her mouth, as much as she could. He was so big, stretching her lips. She began sucking up and down his dick, her hands stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth."Fuck, Emily, you're killing me," he groaned, holding one hand behind her hair and another grabbing her hair. "This is so good."She looked up at him, eyes playful through the steam. "Like that? Want more?""Hell yes." He pulled her up after a minute, before he would cum. "Not yet, princess. I want to nut inside you."Emily looked around. “Not here, Alex.”They washed each other, soapy hands exploring each other with Emily teasing his nipples. "You're built like a god, you know that?"He laughed, pressing her breasts, tugging lightly as they shook. "And you're my goddess…Jake's a lucky bastard. He doesn't realise that."She felt guilty as he mentioned Jake's name. She shoved the feeling off, replacing it with excitement, making her bolder.

I never meant to get involved with the family. But things happen, right? My name is Sofia Rossi, I worked as a waitress at their favorite restaurant in Little Italy. Pouring wine for men in polished suits who spoke in low tones and tipped high. I knew who they were, and so did everyone. The Moretti family ran the neighborhood. You dare not ask questions. There were whispers about deals gone wrong, bodies found in the river, but they offered protection. I kept my head down, smiled politely, and collected my envelope of cash tips that could foot my bills, even pay my rent for a month. But I caught a Moretti's eyes. His name is Vincent. Vincent was the underboss. In his late thirties, he had sharp jaws, hazel eyes that saw everything, and tattoo on the back of his neck. He came in every Thursday and ordered the same Chianti. I was aware he watched me move between tables, his gaze lingering on the way my hips moved in my black skirt, the way my blouse hugged my curves. At first

I have been married to my pretty wife four years now, no kids just us and our career. Everything looked great on social media, nice house, steady jobs, we were the perfect couple.All this didn't last, the cracks were starting to show especially after work.Most weeknights played out the same.I would return home around six-thirty and find Mira already on the couch, laptop balanced on her thigh, glasses sliding down her nose.I do miss the times all wak in and she'll come running into my arms. But this time she’d look up and smile, genuine and warm, but there was always exhaustion written on her face.“Hey babe,” she would say, leaning over for a quick kiss. “How was your day?”Yeah, we would chit-chat about work for a while: her endless meetings, my frustrating clients and all that except our personal life.We did that while I made dinner or ordered takeout, she wokeep typing with one hand ,answering emails even as we ate at the coffee table.By nine, she was still working. I’d fini

In the morning, we were all seated at the table for breakfast, three of us pretending everything was normal. Jane was humming as she poured coffee, her hair still messy from sleep. Melissa sat directly across from me, legs crossed under the table wearing an oversized polo that barely covered her thighs.Jane placed a mug in front of me. “I noticed you were at my side last night. Is everything okay?”I cleared my throat. “Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep.”Melissa grinned as she took a slow sip, eyes fixed on mine over the steam. “I had the same problem,” she said, voice innocent. Tossed and turned all night. This house makes the weirdest noises after dark.”Jane chuckled. “Tell me what it is. The old pipes, right? I swear they groan like someone’s…Jane blinked, then burst out laughing. “God, Mel! You're awful.”I nearly choked on my coffee. Melissa’s bare foot found my ankle under the table, toes tracing the inside of my leg until they reached the hem of my shorts.I shifted in my seat,

I didn’t even say a word.I just reached down and pulled her up onto the couch with me. She straddled me, grinding slowly and sexily against the bulge in my jeans while she yanked the hoodie over her head. She was naked. Her boobs bounced free, and the scent of her body wash hit me. I grabbed her boobs in both hands, sucked on one hard, and my teeth brushed her nipples lightly while my hands pushed her thighs wider.She moaned. It was low and throaty. She reached between us to unzip me, pulling my cock out like she owned it. “I’ve been thinking about this all through dinner,” she said, stroking me rough and fast. “Watching you try not to look at me while you sat next to her. You were so hard under the table, weren’t you?”“Shut up and ride me,” I growled.She didn’t need telling twice. She rubbed my dick cap on her fold, teasing me, inserting the tips and then withdrawing. She repeated this four times and then she started moving, grinding her clit against me on every downstroke. T