All Chapters of The Sin: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The flashlight flickered, casting shadows across Alexandra's oiled skin as she lay back on her bed. Edward's breath caught in his throat, his eyes fixed on the view, watching as her fingers began to move on her breasts gently, the pads of her fingers barely grazing her skin. The oil made everything gleam, each movement catching the light and drying Edward's mouth. He could almost feel the slicknessAlexandra cupped herself gently. Her palm pressed flat, then curved, then squeezed. The phone light continued to shine across the sheen of oil on her skin, making everything about her gleam in the dark room.She spoke to the man on the call. He answered, a low murmur Edward couldn't make out, and whatever he said made her smile."Yeah," she breathed. "You like that?"She squeezed harder. Her thumb found her nipple and rolled it, her breath caught in her throat, escaping as a soft, involuntary sound. Then she did it again, pinching until the bud stood up tight; she hissed through her teeth

The next morning, Edward woke with the same heavy disappointment still sitting in his chest. For a while, he only stared at the ceiling, replaying the muffled sounds from the night before and the frustrating emptiness of not being able to see. The memory left a restless ache under his skin. Eventually, he forced himself out of bed and went downstairs.Alexandra and his father were already at the dining table. Edward took his seat in silence and pushed food around his plate, eating only enough to avoid attention. Ordinary morning sounds filled the room: the clink of cutlery, the low scrape of a chair, his father’s occasional comments about the day ahead. Alexandra answered in her usual calm tone. Edward barely registered the words. His mind kept drifting back to the wall upstairs and the clear view he should have been able to get.When breakfast ended, he returned to his room. His father and Alexandra remained in the living room. From upstairs, he caught the opening of a movie, followe

Stephen’s POVThe evening rush had turned the city bus into a single, swaying mass of bodies. Passengers were packed so tightly that personal space had become a memory. I stood near the rear doors, one hand locked around the overhead rail, letting the vehicle’s constant stops and starts rock me in place.The air was thick with the mingled scents of sweat, synthetic perfume, and diesel. After twelve hours on my feet, my mind had gone quiet, drifting on autopilot, until the doors hissed open at the final stop before the long stretch downtown.She stepped aboard.Mid-twenties, maybe a little older. Striking face, the kind that made you look twice without meaning to. Full curves filled out a short pleated skirt and a tight white blouse that pulled across her breasts with every step. The fabric shifted as she worked her way down the aisle, looking for any scrap of room.She ended up directly in front of me.The bus lurched forward, and her soft, rounded ass settled flush against my crotch

Stephen’s PovShe was trembling now, hips rolling in needy circles against my working fingers. Fresh wetness kept spilling over my hand as I rubbed her clit harder, pinching the swollen bud gently and rolling it under my thumb.The tension climbed fast. Her breath broke into short, desperate pants.That was when it happened.A tall man standing nearby shifted his weight and glanced down. His eyes widened the moment he saw my hand vanishing beneath the hem of her gown.I went still, braced for a shout or a scene. Instead, a filthy grin spread across his face.Without a word, he stepped closer, using his body to block us even more completely from the rest of the aisle. His hand reached out without hesitation and cupped one of her breasts through the thin fabric, squeezing the soft weight of it.She made a quiet, startled sound but did not pull away. If anything, her pussy clenched tighter around my fingers.The stranger kneaded her roughly, pinching the nipple through the material until

Amanda's Pov I still can’t forget the day my best friend and I fucked each other hard in the school library.As a fat girl, I had never felt anything like it. Most of the guys I’d been with before just handled me. They focused on banging—going back and forth, sometimes scraping a little pleasure out of it, but mostly it felt like a tug of war. They never stayed inside me long enough to learn what I needed. He was different; he had a slim, curved dick that knew exactly where to press. It found the places other men never reached, deep along the front wall, that sensitive ridge just past the entrance. I could still remember that night as if it had happened yesterday. It was graduation night, and tomorrow, he would be leaving for his city. I didn’t know when, or if, I would ever see him again. The thought sat heavily in my chest as we stood in the library, surrounded by dim lights, the smell of old paper, and the faint scent of floor polish.We had told ourselves we were there to retu