All Chapters of Wet Intentions (A Collection of Tales): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I stayed exactly where Jake left me, sprawled on the kitchen island breathing heavily. My tank top was shoved under my heavy tits, which were now glazed with thick ropes of his fresh cum. It dripped slowly down the curves of my breasts, some of it pooling in my belly button, the rest sliding toward my still-leaking pussy. My face was a sticky mess now as cum streaked across my cheeks, forehead, and lips. I licked what I could reach with my tongue, savoring the salty taste while my cunt and ass continued to push out the earlier loads he had pumped into me. The tile floor beneath the island was slick with our combined juices. My pussy ached in the best way…swollen and raw, gaping slightly every time I shifted. My asshole throbbed from the rough fucking earlier, still loose and creamy. I reached down and fingered myself lazily, scooping out more of Jake’s cum and rubbing it over my clit in slow circles. I was sore, stretched, and dripping, but my slutty cunt wanted more. I needed him

I lay there panting, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through me. My pussy was pulsing, swollen and sensitive, with warm juices still leaking from my hole onto the already soaked sheet. The thin massage sheet had slipped off completely during my climax, leaving me fully naked on the table, my pale skin glistening with oil and sweat. My full breasts heaved with every shaky breath, pink nipples stiff and aching. Between my spread thighs, my bare pussy lips were puffy and red, my clit visibly throbbing, and a messy trail of my creamy arousal mixed with squirt ran down to my ass crack. Alan stood beside the table, his handsome face flushed with lust. He was tall and well-built, with short dark hair, sharp jawline, and strong tattooed covered arms that had just worked magic on my body. His white therapist shirt was stretched across his broad chest, and I could see the obvious bulge straining against the front of his dark pants. He licked his lips slo

I was folded completely in half on the massage table, my knees pressed against my shoulders, my ass lifted high so my dripping, ruined pussy was completely exposed and vulnerable. Alan’s thick cock still buried deep inside me, stretching my walls to their limit as he pounded me with merciless force. My squirting orgasm was still rippling through me, my pussy spasming and gushing around his shaft, soaking his stomach and the already drenched sheet beneath us. My hair was plastered to my sweaty face, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking my cheeks, and my full pale tits were bouncing violently with every brutal thrust. His hand was also still wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin while his hips slammed forward relentlessly. The wet, slapping sounds filled the small room….. skin on skin, the loud squelching of my creamy cunt being fucked hard and my own broken moans and sobs. “Where do you want this load, baby?” he growled again, his voice stra

I was trembling on the couch, my legs spread wide, completely topless with my full breasts heaving. Mr. Thompson’s thick fingers were buried deep inside my dripping pussy, pumping hard and curling against my G-spot while his thumb rubbed my folds in fast circles . The w squelching sounds of my juices echoed in the small apartment as he finger-fucked me relentlessly. “Oh God, I’m so close,” I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. “Your fingers feel so good stretching my tight cunt. Don’t stop, Mr. Thompson. Make me cum all over your hand like a dirty little slut.” He sucked harder on my nipple, biting down just enough to send sparks of pain and pleasure through my body. “Cum for me, you filthy little tease,” he growled against my tit. “Soak my fingers with that young pussy juice. Show your friend’s dad how hard you cum when an older man plays with your sloppy hole.” The dirty words pushed me over the edge and i felt a shiver run through me as my orgasm hit me hard and fa

I lay on the couch, legs still spread wide, my body trembling and covered in sweat. My pussy was a complete wreck…bright red, swollen, and gaping open after the brutal fucking Mr. Thompson had just given me. Thick white ropes of his cum poured steadily from my stretched hole, running down my ass crack and soaking the cushion beneath me. My full tits were red from his rough squeezing, and my hair was a tangled, sweaty mess. Mr. Thompson stood over me, his thick cock still semi-hard and glistening with our mixed juices. He looked down at the massive creampie leaking from my cunt with dark satisfaction. “Get up Sophie,” he commanded, his voice rough. “We’re not done yet. I want to fuck you standing up like the dirty little slut you are.” My legs were shaky, but I obeyed. I stood up slowly, feeling a fresh gush of his cum trickle down my inner thigh. He grabbed my arm roughly and turned me around, pushing me toward the middle of the living room. He positioned me in front of the fu