บททั้งหมดของ Wet,willing and forbidden(a smut collection): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The moment I buried my cock balls-deep inside Mrs. Naomi’s dripping cunt, she let out the filthiest, most broken moan I’d ever heard in my life. “Fuuuuck… Ethan… yes, baby, stretch Mummy open!” Her voice cracked on the last word, raw and commanding even while she was getting fucked by her own son. Her slick walls clamped down around me like hot velvet, - still creamy from Toby’s load only minutes earlier, and the wet squelch of her pussy swallowing every inch made my head spin. I groaned loud, hips snapping forward on instinct, driving into her so hard the headboard slammed the wall. “Ahhh! Harder!” she cried, legs locking around my waist, red-painted toenails digging into my ass. “Punish Mummy for letting your roommate fill her first…ahh, fuck, right there!” Every thrust made her small tits bounce, dark nipples tight and glistening. Her back arched clean off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream before another moan tore out of her: “Mmmph…yes, yes, yes!” Her cunt fluttered

The campus chapel was empty early on a Saturday night. Of course it was. It seemed as if I was the only student on the whole damn campus wrestling with a semi-existential crisis about lust and desire, morality and all that other bullshit that gets drilled into a person’s head from the cradle. Twelve years of Catholic school, endless Sundays on my knees, rosaries clicking like tiny guilt machines..by the time I hit college, I swore I was done. But a full-ride scholarship to this private Catholic university flipped the script faster than a priest flipping through the missal. Money talks louder than any vow of poverty, apparently. So here I was again, back in church on a Saturday night like some pathetic prodigal who couldn’t even wait for Sunday Mass to let them know they still owned me.I wasn’t planning to spend my whole evening here. I had a buddy’s dorm pre-game lined up, then an off-campus house party where the girls wore next to nothing and the bass hit harder than any sermon. I w

This story is from back when I was in school. My first threesome if I am remembering correctly. Met this woman and her husband at a bar and got invited back to their hotel. The moment Kathy stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching thong, my cock twitched so hard I nearly spilled my wine.She was a goddamn vision..thick, curvy, and built like every wet dream I’d ever had. Mid-forties, caramel-smooth skin glowing under the hotel lamp, wide hips that flared out dramatically into a massive, heart-shaped ass that strained against the thin fabric of her thong. Those cheeks were so full and juicy they jiggled with every step, the kind of ass that made you want to bury your face in it and never come up for air. Her heavy tits..easily double-Ds..threatened to spill out of the bra, the red lace barely containing them. Her nipples were already hard, poking obscenely against the fabric, and her painted red lips curved into a wicked smile as she watched my eyes dev

I had quite the reputation back in college..wild, carefree, and always down for a good time. At 5’10” with long blonde hair that tumbled down my back, endless slender legs, full firm 36C breasts that strained against every top I wore, and a round, juicy bubble butt that jiggled just right when I walked, it was never hard to find someone to fuck. I was labeled a total slut, but I loved every second of it, riding whoever caught my eye and chasing that rush of pure pleasure.After graduation I swore I’d change. I landed a solid job and met Jake, a sweet, steady guy who’d been my boyfriend for over six months. For the first time I felt like I was doing things right. Then my best friend Lila hit me with the truth: Jake was a lying womanizer who’d cheat the second I looked away. I didn’t want to believe her, until she proved it. She had her friend pick him up at a bar, and the photos showed everything: his hands groping her ass, tongues down each other’s throats, the two of them stumbling o

Mark had known Elena for years. She was the daughter of his ex-girlfriend, Sophia, a woman he had dated seriously for almost three years before things ended badly. Elena had always been around during those years: the quiet, graceful ballet and contemporary dancer who had just turned 24. Even back then, there had been a lingering tension between them..stolen glances, lingering hugs that lasted a second too long, and the occasional charged silence when Sophia wasn’t looking.After the breakup with Sophia, Mark and Elena had stayed loosely in touch through social media. A few months ago, Elena messaged him out of the blue. She was coming to town for a dance performance and needed a place to stay for a couple of nights. Sophia didn’t know. Mark agreed without hesitation. The moment Elena walked through his door..taller, more confident, with that same lithe, flexible dancer’s body and a knowing smile. the old spark reignited instantly. One glass of wine led to another, then to teasing con