All Chapters of THE ART OF SINS: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The Family Cabin Orgy Chapter 2 Lily stood there at the bottom of the stairs, eyes wide, lips slightly parted as she watched her cousin Mia slowly grinding on my cock. The dim light from the dying fire outside painted her body in soft orange. Her tiny sleep shorts were already riding up her thick thighs, and her crop top did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were. Mia didn’t stop riding me. If anything, she rolled her hips slower, deeper, putting on a show. She looked over her shoulder at Lily with a wicked little smile. “You going to stand there staring, Lily?” Mia whispered breathlessly. “Or do you want a closer look?” Lily hesitated for only a second. Then she walked over, her bare feet quiet on the wooden floor. She stopped right beside the couch, close enough that I could smell her strawberry shampoo. Her eyes were locked on where my thick cock disappeared inside Mia’s dripping pussy again and again. “I… I should not be seeing this,” Lily said softly, but she didn’t move

: Boss’s Office Breeding**Chapter 1**The office was quiet after 7 PM. Most people had already gone home, but I was still at my desk finishing the quarterly report my boss had demanded by morning. Mr. Reynolds — Richard to the few people he actually liked — was the kind of man who got what he wanted. Forty-five years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and a deep commanding voice that made people sit up straighter.And he had been watching me for months.I was twenty-two, fresh out of college, and his personal assistant. I wore tight pencil skirts and modest blouses that still somehow showed off my figure. I knew he noticed. Every time I bent over to place files on his desk, his eyes would linger on my ass. Every time I crossed my legs during meetings, he would stare.Tonight I was working late because he asked me to. Personally.The door to his corner office opened. “Elena. Come in here for a moment.”I stood up, smoothed my tight black skirt, and walked in. He wa

Boss’s Office Breeding **Chapter 3** The entire next day at work I could still feel him inside me. Mr. Reynolds’ thick cum had leaked out of me all night while I lay next to my sleeping husband. I had to wear a pad to stop it from staining my clothes. Every time I moved I felt the soreness between my legs and remembered how deep he had fucked me on his desk. I wore the shortest, tightest pencil skirt I owned and a silk blouse that showed just enough cleavage. No panties. He had texted me in the morning with a single order: “No panties. Keep my cum inside you until I add more tonight.” By 6:30 PM the office had emptied out. My heart was racing as I walked toward his corner office. The door was already closed. I knocked softly. “Come in.” I stepped inside and locked the door behind me like the obedient slut he had turned me into. Mr. Reynolds was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, looking powerful and hungry in his tailored shirt. “Strip,” he said simply. I unbuttoned my bl

**Chapter 2** Father Damien sucked harder on my nipple, his hot mouth pulling it deep while his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. I moaned loudly and arched my back, pushing more of my breast into his mouth. The wooden walls of the confessional felt too small for what we were doing. The scent of incense mixed with the smell of our growing lust. He moved to my other breast and gave it the same rough attention. His teeth grazed my nipple gently before he soothed it with his tongue. One of his big hands slid down my body and pushed under my dress. When his fingers found my bare, dripping pussy he groaned against my skin. “You are not wearing anything underneath,” he whispered, voice thick with shock and desire. “You came here planning to sin.” “Yes Father,” I breathed. “I came here to tempt you.” He pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders. He was not gentle. He fucked me with his fingers right there in the confessional, curling th

Sister’s Husband’s Cock Chapter 1 My sister had always been the golden child. Beautiful, successful, married to the perfect man. But I knew the truth. She didn’t deserve him. His name was Daniel. Tall, muscular, with a deep voice and kind eyes that hid something much darker. He was thirty-two. I was twenty-one. And I had wanted my sister’s husband since the day she brought him home three years ago. Tonight was their anniversary party at their big beautiful house. The backyard was full of friends and family laughing, drinking, and dancing under string lights. My sister, Claire, was glowing in her tight red dress, playing the perfect hostess. But I noticed how Daniel’s eyes kept finding me across the crowd. I wore a short black dress that hugged my body and showed off my long legs. No bra. Just enough cleavage to be dangerous. Every time I moved I made sure he could see the way my nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Later in the night, when most people were drunk and distra