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Melia.True to his word, Killian’s hands were slowly moving upwards, his warm palms gliding over my stomach until they cupped my breasts underneath the thin top. His lips hovered over my left shoulder, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers racing down my spine.“I just wanted to get soap for the dishes…” My voice shook badly, but he never stopped.“But your hands couldn’t reach it,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot. “And I guess you didn’t realize how short these tiny shorts are. It’s a kids’ party, baby girl, yet you came dressed like you wanted to be fucked. Like you wanted someone to bend you over and take what you’re offering.”His words made my pussy clench hard. He grabbed one of my breasts firmly, squeezing the soft flesh as his thumb brushed over my already stiff nipple. I gasped, my back arching instinctively.“Fuck… please, this is wrong…” I squirmed, but my body betrayed me. I rocked my ass back against him, feeling the hard, thick ridge of his c

Melia.I felt like a girl whose daddy was offering her the sweetest candy. Like it was my first time tasting something so forbidden and delicious.But this time, I was being offered a cock. Killian’s cock. My own best friend’s husband.It wasn’t like I had never tasted cock before. Matt’s was big. But Killian’s felt different — like it could actually quench the depraved, endless lust burning inside me. Like it was made to ruin me completely. I had fantasized about this exact moment for days — imagining how heavy it would feel on my tongue, how it would stretch my throat, how his cum would taste when he finally flooded my mouth. My pussy was already dripping again just from kneeling in front of him.I got down quickly, dropping to my knees right there on the kitchen floor in front of him.“Take it out,” he said, voice low and commanding.Like a good girl, I did.I pulled down his swim shorts, and God — just like I had imagined — it was huge. A monstrous, thick thing. Even as I

Melia.I fucked my best friend’s husband.Yes, I did. It was dirty. Messy. And I never regretted it for a single second.How the fuck do I even tell Molly that I fucked her husband? Wasn’t I too much in a hurry to have a taste of him? I mean, I would have fucked him right there on the kitchen counter if we had more time. The thought of fucking my best friend’s husband was another level of shameless. I never felt sorry — not when it came to my pussy, not when I had been starved for months, and not when he was just as hungry. Like two dirty animals sneaking around in the middle of the night, desperate to devour each other while everyone else slept.We were both starving. Both neglected. Both ready to risk everything for that raw, filthy release.But the one thing I knew I did well was make sure everything was tidied up afterward. At least it wasn’t just me helping Molly by fucking her starving husband — I also helped her clean up the party mess like a good best friend.I finished

Melia.Even as I reached home so late, Matt was already asleep when I slipped into bed, completely oblivious to the fact that instead of just attending a birthday party, I had fucked the celebrant’s father.Wasn’t I being a messed up slut? A filthy, shameless wife who had spread her legs for her best friend’s husband while her own was working late? I should have felt guilty. I should have showered the scent of Killian off my skin. Instead, I loved it. I loved how sore and used my pussy felt, how his cum had leaked out of me the entire ride home. I loved knowing I had stolen something that wasn’t mine and how much I wanted to do it again.I didn’t bathe. I slept with how slick and throbbing my pussy had been after the fucking I had with Killian that day. His cum was still inside me, mixed with my own wetness, making my panties stick to my swollen folds. Every time I shifted in bed, I felt the delicious ache and remembered how deep he had been, how hard he had railed me on th

Melia.I was going to fuck my therapist on the first day of meeting him. Wasn’t that twisted and depraved? Wasn’t I the worst kind of wife? Matt wasn’t even here, and I was already spreading my legs for another man — this time a doctor who was supposed to be fixing my marriage. Should I be blaming Matt for always being too busy? Or should I be thanking him? Should I get on my knees the second I got home and suck his cock as a reward for leaving me alone with this man?The therapist pried my legs apart, slipping his hands under my dress. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly tugged them down, never breaking eye contact with me. Even when I tried to clench my eyes shut from the overwhelming heat, he brought his head to the side of my neck, his hot breath sending chills racing down my spine.“Eyes on me, baby girl,” he murmured, voice low and commanding. “I want you to see everything I do to you. I want you to watch how wet you get for me. I want you