Kinky Pleasure (SSPG R18+) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 47

The amber liquid in Simon’s glass sloshed as he gestured, his words starting to slur. “Cyril, man, you can’t keep up.”Cynthia, buried under the borrowed name and the stiff binder flattening her chest, forced a grin that felt lopsided. “Watch me.” She tipped her own glass back, the cheap whiskey burning a familiar path down her throat. This was the plan, she thought, the room swimming pleasantly. Get him drunk. Get close. Three weeks of pretending to be a guy, of lowering her voice and walking with a swagger, all led to this shared dorm room and this bottle.Simon laughed, a rich, warm sound that sent a shiver right through her binder. He was beautiful, even drunk and slouched in his desk chair. His dark hair was messy, his shirt unbuttoned at the top. “You’re a lightweight,” he teased, leaning forward to refill her glass.Their fingers brushed. A jolt, electric and undeniable, shot up her arm. The alcohol blurred her caution, stoking the desperate crush that had made her enroll here,

He pulled back slightly, then shoved forward again, gaining another inch. The pain shifted, mixed with a strange, deep pressure that bloomed inside her. A shocking fullness.“There,” he hissed, finally burying himself to the root. He was fully inside her ass, his body pressed against her back. He held still, letting her adjust to the overwhelming intrusion. “Feel that? My dick owns your ass now. Every inch.”She could only nod, sobbing, her body shaking. The pain was subsiding into a thick, aching stretch. The humiliation was complete. He was in her most private, untouched place, and it was exactly what her twisted, devoted heart had craved.He began to move.The first withdraw was slow, dragging his cock almost completely out of that tortured ring. The thrust back in was faster, harder. A ragged cry ripped from her throat. He set a pace, not the frantic pounding of before, but a deliberate, punishing rhythm. Each stroke was a calculated act of conquest, stretching her, filling her, c

The butterflies in Abegail’s stomach felt more like frantic bats. She smoothed the skirt of her simple navy dress for the tenth time, standing just inside the doorway of The Velvet Rope lounge. At twenty-three, she’d never had a boyfriend. Not one. Her best friend, Chloe, had finally declared this an “emergency” and arranged a blind date.“He’s perfect for you, Abbie. Super sweet, a great listener. Just go to the bar, he’ll be at the reserved booth in the back. You’ll know it.”Taking a deep breath, she made her way through the dim, smoky haze. The low thrum of music vibrated through her. There, in a secluded alcove, was a large, circular booth. Not one man, but three—two men and a woman—looked up as she approached. They were all stunning, dressed in sleek, dark clothes.“Abegail?” the woman asked, her voice a smooth purr. She had sharp cheekbones and kind eyes. “I’m Sasha. Chloe’s friend. We’re so glad you came.”“I… I was supposed to meet…” Abegail stammered, clutching her small pur

Kael’s declaration hung in the air, a promise of further possession. His gaze, still intense and hungry, fixed on Abegail’s flushed, cum-slicked body. Leo had withdrawn, but the emptiness he left felt temporary, a vacancy waiting to be filled. Sasha leaned close, her breath warm against Abegail’s ear. “He wants more of you. But I think he wants a different part of you now.” Her eyes drifted meaningfully to Abegail’s lower back, to the tight, untouched curve of her ass.Abegail’s heart thudded. Anal. The word itself felt illicit, a frontier she’d only glimpsed with Leo’s finger. Kael’s size… the thought sent a fresh wave of nervous heat through her core. But the desire, the need to be taken completely, outweighed the fear. She nodded, a small, breathless movement.“Yes,” she whispered.Kael’s smile was predatory. He moved behind her on the wide booth seat, his large hands guiding her hips. “On your knees, beautiful. Present that pretty ass for me.”Sasha and Leo shifted, settling again