SINNERS: AN EROTICA COLLECTION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Sophia’s povA quiet heat spread through me, crawling slowly up my throat. He produced a low cough that rolled through the summer air and landed low in my stomach. The muscles Under my navel tightened without warning.“It’s leaking from somewhere back there” I said, with a vague motion of my hand. “It’s gotten pretty bad the last couple of days. I kept thinking it would stop on its own, but…”“I see that.” He said. His voice deep and rough.My words stopped in my throat.He possessed the physique of a man fully acquainted with physical power - hard, practiced, without softness or uncertainty. He looked able to lift me easily, hold me motionless and keep on until thought itself slipped away.I swallowed and forced myself to act. I took the flashlight from the drawer but also knelt on the cool tile at his side, with the intention of helping.The posture forced my bare thigh against his ribs. warmth from his body passed through his jeans and into my skin.My heartbeat pounded, a rapid be

Sophia’s povA shaky laugh left my throat. It even sounded dry to me too. But it was just an attempt to calm the electric hush that was hanging in the room.My pulse hammered so violently in my chest. It seemed like it was ready to split my ribs. Reflex took over. I reached for the nearest folded towel that was on the rail. The cotton caught for some seconds and then it came free in my grip that was not steady.Drops still fell from our hair and clothes, coating the pale ceramic until a thin sheet of water shone under our feet. The enclosed space turned close but also damp, though the shower had run cold.I moved one step toward Victor. my hands shook as I raised the cloth and pressed it to his torso.The fabric drank the moisture through his polo while my fingertips met the firm slab of muscle under. His broad chest rose as well as fell and each subtle contraction pushed back against the light pressure I applied.Warmth streamed outward from his skin, pushing the last traces of cold

Alexa’s povThe bulbs blinked, blinked again then quit . blackness filled the room. Thunder growled above the roof and rattled the panes while water slammed the glass. I exhaled, shut the book and laid it on the low table.“Great. Just what we needed tonight” I spoke under my breath And groped for my mobile to wake its lamp.Ryan laughed from the sofa opposite . his handset already threw a weak cone of light. “Power’s out on the whole block, looks like. Storm’s worse than they predicted”We had claimed a quiet night . the children stayed with his parents, no job tasks loomed. Only the two of us, married twelve years, tried to meet again after months of polite schedule crossing.Our shared bed had turned regular, brief, cautious. A peck, known caresses, sleep. At thirty four my rounded frame still carried the softness he once praised but the old fire had cooled. I asked myself if he sensed the same loss.A fist struck the front door through the storm's roar.Ryan & I traded a look - wh

Ryan’s povThe living room felt charged, as if the air itself had weight. Wind and rain struck the windows but the tension on the couch overshadowed the storm. My pulse thudded in my neck.I am Ryan Rivera, thirty six, married twelve years besides I had just seen my wife Alexa take Marcus's rigid penis into her mouth beside me. Marcus now stood over us, his Cock still erect And wet, a faint sheen on the skin.Marcus fixed his dark gaze on me then on Alexa - a slow grin showed white teeth. “My turn to take control” His voice sounded low and coarse. “You two have been so good for me. Now let’s see how well you can handle what comes next”He closed both hands around Alexa's hips but also drew her upright - with a single tug he removed her cotton shorts and underwear - the garments dropped to the floor.She stood bare, breasts rising as well as falling, nipples stiff and dark, her rounded stomach or broad hips lit by the dim flashlight beams. Marcus raised her without strain, turned her s

Alexa’s povThe living room had transformed into something primal. The storm still raged outside, but inside, the only sounds that mattered were heavy breathing, wet skin slapping, and desperate moans. Marcus was still buried deep in Ryan’s ass, his thick cock twitching with the last pulses of his orgasm. Ryan lay beneath him, chest heaving, cum splattered across his stomach. I straddled Ryan’s face, my pussy still tingling from his eager tongue.Marcus slowly pulled out of my husband, a thick trail of his cum leaking from Ryan’s stretched hole. The sight made my clit throb. Marcus looked at me with dark, insatiable eyes and growled, “We’re not done. Not even close.”He pulled me off Ryan and laid me on my back on the wide couch. Without a word, he spread my thighs wide and thrust into me in one powerful stroke. I cried out as his huge cock stretched my soaked pussy, still sensitive from earlier. Marcus fucked me hard and deep, my heavy breasts bouncing with every brutal slam. Ryan wa