All Chapters of Whispers After Dark: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Three weeks had passed since that one night, Damián had been traveling constantly, going to London, New York, then somewhere in Asia. He communicated with the household only through emails and instructions to Doña Elena. With me, there was nothing, not a single glance, not even the curt nod he used to give. I told myself it was for the best. One night, as agreed. But my body betrayed me every single day. I woke up aching, I touched myself at night remembering his hands, his voice, and the way he had held me afterward. It was never enough. Xóchitl kept me grounded. We painted, read stories about kings and princesses, and danced in the garden. She had grown more talkative, more affectionate, and her laughter helped fill the emptiness. But every time I heard the distant sound of the helicopter, my heart would leap, then crash when it wasn’t him. Until tonight. The helicopter landed just after sunset. I was finishing Xóchitl’s bedtime routine when the low thrum of the rotors vibrated t

They started moving carefully at first. Nathan thrust up into me from below while Ahmad pushed forward from behind. Their cocks rubbed together inside my stretched pussy. The feeling was overwhelming. Every inch of me felt full in a way I had never experienced before. I cried out, my fingers digging hard into Nathan’s chest. “Yes… oh god, yes,” I panted, my voice breaking. The pressure was constant. Their thick shafts dragged against my most sensitive spots with every slow thrust. I could feel both of them throbbing inside me, so deep, so hard. My juices were flowing heavily, making wet, slapping sounds as they moved. Ahmad gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wider. “Fuck, Lydia… your pussy is taking us so well. So greedy and tight.” His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I clenched hard around both cocks, making them groan. Nathan’s hands were on my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples as he looked up at me with dark, lust-filled eyes. “You look so hot like thi

The next morning, sunlight streamed through my bedroom window, pulling me out of a deep sleep. I stretched under the sheets, my body still a little tired from the activities of last night. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my face. First things first, I needed to freshen up. I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and took a long, hot shower. The water felt good on my skin. As I soaped up, my mind wandered again, by the time I rinsed off, I was half-hard again. I ignored it for now and dried myself quickly. Downstairs, I kept breakfast simple. I toasted two slices of bread, scrambled some eggs, and poured a glass of orange juice. I ate at the kitchen counter, scrolling through my phone. Mom had already texted from Germany saying she landed safely and that Dad was waiting for her at the airport. I replied with a quick “Glad you made it. Have fun” and put the phone down. The house was completely quiet, and I had two weeks of this to myself, with no parents breathing down my neck. I

I stood there in front of Gwen, my cock rock hard and impossible to hide. The thin basketball shorts did nothing to conceal how stiff I was. The head of my dick was pressed against the fabric, a small wet spot already forming from all the precum I’d leaked during her teasing. “I… I should probably head back home now,” I said, my voice a little hoarse. “Lawn’s done. If you need anything else later, just call.” Gwen didn’t move from the back door. She leaned against the frame, arms still crossed under her heavy tits, pushing them up so her cleavage looked even deeper in that tight white tank top. Her eyes were locked directly on my crotch, she wasn’t even pretending to look at my face anymore. She stared openly at my throbbing erection, biting her lower lip again. “Ralph, honey… are you really going to leave me here all alone after doing such a good job?” she asked softly. Her voice had dropped lower, sweeter, almost purring. “The yard looks amazing, but the house feels so quiet thes

Gwen’s hand was still wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly as she looked up at me with pure hunger in her eyes. She moved closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against my chest. Without another word, she dropped to her knees right there on the bathroom floor. “Such a thick, beautiful cock,” she murmured, her hot breath washing over the head. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long, Ralph.” She leaned in and took me into her warm, wet mouth in one smooth motion. The feeling was incredible. Her lips stretched around my shaft as she sucked me deep, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the underside. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations shooting straight to my balls. “Fuck, Gwen…” I groaned, my hand instinctively going to the back of her head. She worked me like a pro, slow and sloppy at first, then faster, taking more of me with every bob of her head. Spit ran down my shaft and dripped from her chin as she sucked me noisily. Her hand stroked t