All Chapters of FILTHY WET DIARIES : Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

USING MY STEPSISTER 3. Without warning, I pulled back and gave her ass a sharp spank. The sound echoed through the kitchen, followed by her surprised yelp. I rubbed the reddening skin, kneading her plump cheeks before spanking her again, harder this time. "Stay still," I reminded her. She whimpered as I spanked her repeatedly, each slap leaving a bright red handprint on her pale skin. I spread her cheeks apart and spanked her pussy lips too, making her jump and cry out. Her juices started flowing even more heavily now. "Spread your legs wider… she complied immediately, spreading her legs wider for me and I took advantage, spanking her pussy harder and faster. The sound of my hand connecting with her wet folds filled the kitchen along with her desperate moans and whimpers. "Take it... take your spanking like a good girl..." Her face was flushed, hair disheveled as she gripp

USING MY STEPSISTER 5. She gasped and shivered at my words, her pussy clenching around my cock as she imagined the humiliation and excitement of getting caught by her husband. I knew the taboo nature of the situation was driving her wild with lust. "Please don't say that..." she begged softly, "Fuck, you feel way too good..." She moaned loudly, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal at the thought. I knew it excited her. I could feel her spasm around me like the idea of our dad walking in on her also excited her as much as it did to me. An absolute dirty slut."Fuck," I cursed under my breath as I pulled out suddenly with a wet pop.  She collapsed on the marble top, her breathing harsh as she turned to look at me, expression dazed. "Why the fuck did you stop?" I suddenly grabbed her hips, forcing her to turn around and I lifted her up.

My Horny Boss  The first thing Viktor Serat noticed on his first day wasn't the luxury office space or the view of the skyline. It was the silence.  Sharp, sterile, and suffocating. It clung to the walls like frost. Everyone walked fast. No one smiled around, and when he was led to his desk-just outside the office of Ronan Declan, he understood why. Declan was not just a boss. He was a presence. Viktor had seen him only once before during the híring process. He had sharp and precise cheekbones, immaculately tailored suits, a gaze that felt like it could scrape flesh off bone. The man didn't just look at you. He looked throughyou. And now, Viktor sat outside his office, organízing files with trembling fingers,pretending not to feel that gaze through the glass. His boss's private office had floor-to ceiling windows. The w

Foursome WITH STRANGERS 1. Ella Martins opened the door to her new apartment and breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally," she thought, "Time to relax..." The room had the scent of freshness about it, a nice change from the heavier, musty smell of her old apartment.  Ella held a cardboard box with all her more intimate belongings. The kinds of things she wouldn't want the movers to find if they 'accidently' took a peek inside the box labeled "PERSONAL" with large black marker. "That'd give them too much of a thrill," Ella smiled to herself as she surveyed her new surroundings. She found the apartment a few days before, and immediately she knew she had to have it.  The hardwood main floor opened up into a spacious living room from which connected a small white kitchen complete with dividing counter-space.  A bathroom with shower and bathtub were opp