Todos os capítulos de 69 Dripping Fantasies: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

I just lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, yawning like someone who was bored to death; maybe I was. I mean, I was everything but a woman who had just finished rubbing her pussy on her friend.“Quinn!” Beatrice's voice snapped me out of my mind, but I didn't turn to look at her; I couldn't even look at her now. “Go take a shower; you need to get ready.”“I don't think I'll attend today.” I told her. I was too bored and horny to be around billionaires right now.I just needed to be alone and maybe watch some porns but it felt like those would just bore me as at this point I've watched almost every porn video out there.I know, there are like a billion there, but the amount of time I spend in front of my computer masturbating and being married to a wealthy man, meaning I had so much free time since I didn't work, well, you would understand.“You can't miss the dinner, our husbands are giving out scholarships. It's important for us, their wives, to be there.” She insisted, as always.

The masseuse picked a bottle of the gel and then came to join us on the mattress; we were both already lying on our stomachs.“Ah.” I moaned when he ran his hand over my back. God, his hands were magical; they awakened every tingly nerve in my body as it shuddered. Goodness, how I've missed the feeling.“Magic.” Beatrice felt exactly what I was feeling; the man rubbed on her body while I waited. My goodness, this was so hot.“Can you please turn around so I can get the other part of the body, ma'am?" He asked her, and she did, facing him completely naked, and I just knew that got him turned on, so while he rubbed on her body, I got up on my knees and started teasing him. I was just taking my chances.“Right there, yes… just–just like that.” Beatrice moaned as he massaged her stomach intentionally and carefully that I knew exactly what she was feeling.I started working around his shoulders, outlining his muscles and touching the sensitive places that I knew would exactly get him hard

I thought taboo sex was just a fantasy people staged in porn, that in reality it could never happen until I was lying in bed against my aunt, and yes, my mother's blood sister, while her husband pushed his cock in my wet, tight pussy.It's how it is; we never believe some things until it happens to us.My weekend started normal; I was feeling good. My mum was a nurse; she got a new job in New York, and it's been about a month. We had settled in, I was making friends, and I was doing great in school. It was my last year, and I really was doing it; my mum was proud of me.Now, Mum was on night shift since it was the weekend, and her older sister, Aunt Creseda, also lived in New York. She said it was a great idea for me to spend some time with her, you know, get to do sleepovers, just so I feel the same as if I were back home."Are you excited?” Mum asked as she packed my bottle of water. I was her only child, and as a single mom, her life practically revolved around me.“There's water w

Slowly as I reached him, he lifted my chin so that I was now facing him and our eyes were locked.“She's got pretty eyes.” He told Aunt, who responded with a hmm.“She's such a pretty girl.” She added, and he agreed with a nod and then asked me to take his cock into my hands.“Let's see if those pretty tiny hands can fit it.”Okay, honestly, he didn't need a huge cock because just this filthy act itself, just knowing he is my aunt's husband, made me want to squirt already.“I'll be back.” I heard Aunt say that then the door next, and I couldn't believe she left me with her husband; I mean, with her watching it made sense she was in control, but with her not around, wasn't this like practically cheating?Well whatever it was, all I knew is it was too late now because there's nothing I wanted more than for my aunt's husband to fuck me now and so I reached for his cock.He was right. I had pretty small hands; it made his cock appear so big in my hands. It wasn't already hard, but it star

Has someone ever called and asked what you were doing, and you're at your shitty average-paying job? They know you're working, but anyway, to be polite, you still respond, and they tell you they are in their bed binge-watching Housewives? How painful is that?Now imagine you get that call almost every day from not just anyone but someone you consider a friend, actually someone you went to school with, someone you struggled with, someone who is now doing much better than you despite not working?Okay, now this is not jealousy, I promise; if it was just normal, I wouldn't even be saying this, but this was just too much.“Oh, can't relate; I'm on a boat,” or “oh, you still drive? I have a chauffeur;” worse, “my fiance got me a Birkin.” “My fiance doesn't let me work,” my fiance does this and that. How annoying is that? Trust me, this is not even the worst; the worst is, "Oh, he fucked me so good last night, I can't sit." Or, “oh my god, he has a huge dick; he's like an African prince.” L