Kinky Pleasure (SSPG R18+) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Liza scrambled onto her knees, presenting herself to him. Her ass in the air, her pussy exposed and dripping. He knelt behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks wide. He didn’t enter her pussy first. The blunt, hot head of his cock pressed against her asshole, a shocking, intimate invasion. “Relax,” he murmured, pushing against the tight ring of muscle.She gasped, the pressure immense. But she did relax, pushing back against him, wanting the fullness. With a slick pop and her sharp cry, he breached her, his cockhead sliding into her ass. The stretch was exquisite, painful and pleasurable all at once, filling her beyond belief. He held there, letting her adjust, then began to move. Slow, deep thrusts that stole her breath. Each withdrawal made her whimper, each re-entry a conquest. “Fuck my ass,” she begged, the vulgarity empowering her. “Fill my fucking asshole!”He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her cheeks, the sound wet and obscene. His fingers dug into her hips, ho

The silk of her blindfold was the last thing Clarissa felt before the world went dark. A giggle bubbled in her throat, thinking of Sam’s reaction. He’d been so hesitant about her little “surprise,” but she’d convinced him. It was their game, their fantasy. She lay back on her dorm bed, the cheap cotton sheets rough against her bare skin. Completely naked. Vulnerable. Excited. She’d sent the photo—a masterpiece of teasing shadows and promised curves—to Sam’s phone. At least, that’s what she’d meant to do. Her finger had fumbled. The ‘Share via AirDrop’ setting was still set to ‘Everyone.’ She hadn’t noticed. The ping of a dozen received notifications in nearby rooms was a symphony she didn’t hear.Now, she waited. The dorm was quiet, a Saturday afternoon lull. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Any second now. Sam would creep in, see her laid out like a feast, and… her thoughts were a warm, wet fantasy.The door clicked open. Not the soft, hesitant creak she expected from Sam, but a

Clarissa lost count. She lost herself. She was a vessel, a toy, a thing being passed around a circle of hungry, anonymous men. Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin.Through it all, Sam was her anchor in the storm. His smooth hands would occasionally stroke her hair, her cheek. His voice would whisper in her ear, dark and proud. “You’re taking them all, baby. Every single one. You’re my perfect, filthy fantasy.” And each time, a new wave of desperate, shameful arousal would crest within her.The final man—the gruff one from the very beginning—finished with a roar, pulling out of her well-used pussy to paint stripes of cum across her stomach and breasts. Then, silence. Heavy, panting silence, broken only by the sound of zippers and soft footsteps.They were leaving. One by one, without a word. The door opened and closed multiple t

He tapped it against her mouth. “Open up, princess. The viewers want to see you suck while you get fucked.”Her mind screamed no, but her body obeyed. Her jaw loosened. He pushed in, the salty taste of skin and pre-cum flooding her mouth. She gagged slightly, then her tongue moved, a traitorous muscle, exploring the underside of his shaft. The coarse texture, the heat. She sucked, weakly at first, then with a deeper rhythm as the dual sensations synced. The cock in her pussy thrusting in, the cock in her mouth pushing deep, a brutal, perfect symmetry of violation.Her asshole was a tight, untouched ring of panic. But a hand—she didn’t know whose—was there, slicking it with something cold and greasy. A fingertip pressed, then circled. “This one’s next,” a voice rasped behind her. “They’re voting for it in the chat. Anal for the stream slut.”The terror flared again, bright and sharp. But Sam’s voice cut through it. “Let them have it, Clarissa. You’re already theirs. Just feel it.”The

The heat between Jessa and Arthur had become a constant, delicious hum in her life. It was a Tuesday afternoon, the sun slanting through the blinds of Arthur’s bedroom, painting stripes across their sweat-slicked bodies. They hadn’t even made it to the bed. He’d pulled her into the room, his hands already under her skirt, his mouth hot on hers, and she’d guided him back against the wall. His cock was already hard, straining against his jeans, and she’d freed it with a practiced urgency, her own need a throbbing pulse between her legs.“God, I need you inside me right now,” she’d gasped, hiking her skirt up around her waist. She wasn’t wearing panties. She’d stopped wearing them for these visits.Arthur grunted, his hands gripping her hips, lifting her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and he slid into her with one deep, perfect thrust. Her pussy welcomed him, wet and hungry, clenching around his thickness. “Fuck, yes… fill me,” she moaned, her head fall