Todos os capítulos de Filth Files (an erotic compilation) : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

~ViolettaI pulled my hand back from Rachel then shoved my own fingers; which were dripping with Rachel's arousal, deep into my pussy, pumping them in and out. The feeling was electric. "Look at me, Savannah!" I gasped, my head lolling back as I watched my sister.Savannah was putting on a show that made my brain melt. She shifted her weight on Rachel’s face, moving from the asshole to the pussy. She started grinding her slit against Rachel’s tongue with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room. At the same time, Savannah reached back and buried two fingers into her own asshole, stretching herself wide."Oh, fuck! Yes!" Savannah screamed, her voice hitting a high, jagged note. "Fuck me with your tongue, mummy! Lick my pussy and my hole at the same time!"Rachel didn't need to be told twice. Her muffled groans of "Mmm-hmmm" vibrated through Savannah’s thighs as she worked her tongue like a machine. "You’re such a dirty little slut, Savannah," I moaned, my fingers moving faster and

~NiaCharles let out a low, shaky groan as he guided my head down onto his lap. His hand felt heavy and warm as he brushed my hair away from my face."Nia, you're my daughter's friend," he whispered, though his voice was thick and lacked any real conviction. "This is so inappropriate. I should be taking you home."I could feel him squirming beneath me, his massive cock twitching against my cheek through his slacks. He was fighting it, but he was losing. I looked up at him through my glasses, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. I was so horny I could feel the dampness between my own thighs soaking into the car seat."But you're so lonely, Charles," I murmured, my breath hot against his zipper. "And I'm a very fast learner."That was the breaking point. He yanked his zipper down. His cock sprung out. It was thick and the shaft was red. It hit me right in on chin. It was even bigger than I’d imagined from my videos. It was pulsating. A clear bead of precum was already glistening at th

~Danica My name is Danica McKellar, and I’ve spent my whole life living in a golden cage. My dad is one of the richest men in the entire country—actually, he basically owns the country and big chunks of others too. Because of that, people have always treated me like I’m made of glass or, worse, like I’m just a walking bank account.When you’re this rich, you never really know who is being real with you. It’s hard to trust anyone. I grew up watching how men looked at me, and I knew they weren't seeing Danica; they were seeing dollar signs. Plus, my older sister’s life was basically ruined when her fiancé never showed up on their wedding day. After that, she shut down completely and became a total prude, terrified of ever letting a man close again.But then, seven years ago, I met him. He started out as a musician, wild and free, but he knew exactly how skeptical I was. He knew I was waiting for him to slip up and show he was just after my family’s name. Instead, he did something i

~Danica The sun was hitting the balcony just right. It looked like a scene from a movie. The breeze coming off the water was cool and salty, and the spread in front of us was ridiculous for the number of people. "Where’s Jess?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and squinting against the glare of the pool.Becca didn't even look up from her iced latte. She just shrugged, her designer sunglasses reflecting the ocean view. "She had quite a lot to drink last night, even for her. She’s probably still passed out with her silk sleep mask on.""She’s usually the first one up for breakfast," I muttered, looking toward the glass doors of the villa. Just as the words left my mouth, Tracy appeared. She looked... different. She was wearing a dress that was definitely too big for her—one of Jessie's spares, probably—and she was walking like she was trying not to trip over her own feet. Her face was flushed, and she wouldn't make eye contact with any of us.Jessie was right behind her and not as

~Danica Becca grabbed my face, her rings cold against my skin, and smashed her mouth against mine. I hated how much I liked it. "I knew you wanted this, Danica," Becca whispered against my lips, her voice shaking. "You've been looking at me like this since we were sixteen."She didn't give me time to argue. She shoved me back onto the velvet sofa, my silk robe falling open completely. My skin felt electric. Becca dropped between my legs, her designer dress bunching up around her waist. She buried her face in my crotch, her tongue flicking over my clit through my lace underwear until the fabric was soaked. I let out a loud moan, my fingers digging into her blonde hair. It was so much more intense than anything I’d felt with Gray. When she finally pulled my panties aside, I was dripping. I was so juicy that the sound of her tongue licking me was loud in the quiet room."You're so wet, Danica," Becca muttered, looking up at me with wild eyes. "Does Gray even make you feel like this