Lahat ng Kabanata ng Raw & Ruined: Short Erotic Sins: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

David didn’t answer with words.He just pushed forward — slow at first, the fat head of his cock parting my slick lips, stretching me open inch by thick inch. I gasped sharp, nails digging into his shoulders. He was so fucking big — thicker than my fingers could ever be, stretching my pussy walls in a way that burned sweet and hurt good at the same time. My breath hitched when he bottomed out, hips flush against mine, balls pressed tight to my ass.“Fuck,” he groaned low, voice cracking. “So goddamn tight, baby girl. This little pussy gripping me like it never wants to let go.”I whimpered, legs shaking around his waist. “You’re so big… filling me up so deep… oh God, David—”He pulled back slow — almost all the way out — letting me feel every ridge, every vein dragging along my sensitive insides. Then he slammed back in, hard. The couch creaked under us. My tits bounced under the hoodie. A loud, wet slap echoed when his hips met mine.“Shit—yes!” I cried out, louder than I meant to.H

Silence hit like a brick wall after that groan slipped out of me. The room felt smaller, air thicker, our breaths the only sound—mine steady but fake, hers quick and panicked. I kept my eyes slitted, body locked still under the sheet, cock still throbbing hard against my boxers like it had a mind of its own. Fuck, did she buy it? Was I safe? The mattress didn't move. No rustle. Just her frozen next to me, probably staring at the ceiling, hand still hovering near her pussy, wet and guilty.Then her whisper cut the dark, sharp and pissed. "Shit, Liam. Are you awake?"Busted. My heart slammed harder, but I wasn't backing down. Not after those moans drilled into my skull, not with my dick leaking pre-cum steady. I opened my eyes slow, rolling just enough to face her in the glow from the window. She was propped on one elbow, sheet clutched to her chest, tank top twisted up one hip, dark hair messy around her flushed face. Her thighs pressed tight together under the covers—hiding the evidence

Amelia's pussy still clenched around my softening cock, creamy cum leaking slow down her thick thighs, mixing with her squirt puddles on the wrecked sheets. Her body's heat glued us together—sweat-slick skin, tits heaving against my chest, that musky pussy scent thick in the air like a drug. I was spent but buzzing, dick twitching half-hard inside her, feeling every flutter of her walls like she owned me. "Still hard for your sis's cunt?" she whispered filthy, fingers tracing lazy circles on my abs, nails scraping just enough to spark me alive again. Fuck, this girl built like sin, curves begging ruin—had me hooked raw."Yeah, baby. Your pussy's too fucking good—milking me dry but begging for more." Voice gravel-low, I rolled my hips shallow, stirring our mess inside her. She moaned soft, arching into it, hand sneaking down to grip my shaft base—squeezing gentle, thumb circling the head slick with cum. "Feel that? Brother's cock addicted to your tight hole already." Her eyes lit feral,

He came right after her, growling deep in his chest as he unloaded inside—hot bursts flooding her depths, spilling out around his cock. Maria trembled, her pussy still clenching in the fading waves of her orgasm, their mixed cum trickling from her stretched lips onto the kitchen counter. Her legs shook like they might give out, her full breasts rising and falling with every gasping breath, the air thick with the musky scent of their frantic fuck.Mr. Harlan pulled out with a slick pop, his cock still thick and half-hard, nine veined inches gleaming with their juices—girthy enough to leave her thighs throbbing just thinking about it. He grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to meet his dark, ravenous gaze. "That was just the appetizer, Maria. A quick kitchen bang to get you warmed up. Now we're doing this right—in my bed."Before she could catch her breath, he scooped her up like she weighed nothing, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back. She yelped, wrapping her arms ar

The clock on his nightstand glowed 1:17 a.m., red numbers cutting through the dark like a warning he was too lazy to heed. The room smelled faintly of the cedar candle he’d blown out hours ago, mixed with the warm, lived-in scent of sheets that hadn’t been changed in too long. Outside, rain tapping lazy fingers against the zinc roof. Inside, it was quieter. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that lets every little itch in your body scream louder.He lay on his back in nothing but black boxer briefs that were already feeling too tight. The ceiling fan spun slow circles above him, stirring the air just enough to remind him how sticky his skin had gotten. He’d showered after getting home from the bar around eleven—cold water, quick soap, no lingering—but the heat had crept back in anyway. Always did. Tonight it wasn’t the weather. It was deeper. Meaner. The kind of horny that starts in your balls and crawls up your spine until your jaw clenches and your fingers twitch.He dragged a hand down h