Semua Bab SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Bab 181 - Bab 190

I smiled as I wrapped my warm fingers around Marcus’s thick, veiny cock. He jumped hard like he had been shocked, his eyes snapping open wide with surprise. The big boy tried to sit up fast, but I placed both hands firmly on his strong chest and pushed him right back down onto the bed. Thank goodness these wealthy students each had their own private rooms with thick walls. No one outside would hear a single sound of what was about to happen.“Relax,” I signed with one hand while my other hand kept slowly stroking his heavy shaft up and down. “It’s just me. I saw you stroking this big cock while looking at my picture.”His breathing quickened right away. I leaned down, took the fat head of his cock into my warm mouth and started sucking him with real hunger. I bobbed my head up and down, taking as much of his long length as I could manage. Spit ran down his thick shaft, making everything slippery. Every few seconds I pulled back, spat on his cock and used both hands to stroke him nic

I’d just finished my rounds when the guards brought in a new transfer complaining of chest pains. And it was just the perfect timing. Because my body craved sex even after what happened with Marcus just two nights ago. Inmate #5193…Jaxon Kane. He was fresh off the bus from upstate, they said. He was tall, ripped like he lived in the gym before the cuffs, with sharp green eyes and a jaw that looked so well chiseled I felt like touching it. The tension in the room was instant; he didn’t look at me like a patient, his eyes tracked my mouth, my hips, with a heavy, deliberate slowness that made my core ache. Tattoos snaked up his neck, disappearing under the orange jumpsuit. “Doc,” he grunted, sitting on the bed without being told. “Feels tight right here.” He tapped his chest. I kept my face neutral and professional. “Let’s get you something to relax those muscles." I turned to the cabinet, mixed the cup with steady hands. And handed it over. “Drink slowly,” I said.

The two naked women walked ahead of me down a narrow dirt path. I followed them into the thick, green jungle. As I walked, I felt completely out of place. I was still wearing my wet, salty clothes from the plane ride. My shirt was sticking to my skin. My pants felt heavy and damp.Soon, the trees cleared, and we entered a small village. I stopped dead in my tracks. My jaw dropped.What the fuck? I thought to myself.The village was full of small houses made of wood and dried grass. But that wasn’t the shocking part. The shocking part was the people. Everyone was completely, infact, totally naked. There were women washing large clay pots by a stream, their bare breasts swaying in the sun. There were men cutting wood with long blades, their hard muscles glistening with sweat, their heavy cocks hanging free between their thighs. Even the little children running around and playing tag didn't have a single stitch of clothing on.Nobody was hiding. Nobody was embarrassed. It was like clothi

My heart hammered against my ribs as I reached for the bottom of my stained shirt. I pulled it over my head and dropped it onto the dirt floor. Then, my hands moved to my pants. I unbuttoned them, sliding the heavy, damp denim down my legs until I stepped out of them completely. I stood there, totally bare under the silver moonlight, my arms instinctively crossing over my chest to hide myself.The two men didn't move. They just stared at me, their eyes dark and intense. At the exact moment my skin was fully revealed, I saw it. The Black man’s cock gave a violent, heavy throb, the thick vein along the side pulsing hard. The mixed man's shaft twitched upward, the dark head slick with a tiny drop of moisture. I saw the reaction, but I didn't say a word. I pretended I didn't notice how much my nakedness affected them."Climb into the tub," the Black man murmured, pointing to the steaming stone basin. "Let the water take the salt away."I walked over, my bare feet sinking into the warm gra

The moment the plea left my lips, a slow, knowing smile spread across both of their faces. They looked down at me like they had been waiting for my pride to break from the very beginning. The tension in the air cracked open, leaving only the heavy, sticky heat of the jungle and the sound of my own frantic breathing."Look at you, Kess," the Black man murmured, his deep voice thick with a dark kind of satisfaction. He didn't pull his hand away this time. Instead, he slid his large, oily palm flat against my inner thighs, pushing them even wider apart until I was completely open to the moonlight. "You are completely soaked. You are dripping all over this table."He didn't rush. He kept the pace agonizingly slow, letting me torture myself for a few more seconds before his long, calloused index finger finally slid down and made direct contact with my swollen clit. "AHHHHHH!" I screamed into the open night air, my back arching so high off the wooden table that only my shoulders and heels