Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Chapter 3: Deeper BetrayalKarim’s cum was still leaking out of me as I tried to catch my breath on the couch in the private lounge. My red dress was crumpled on the floor, my body covered in a thin layer of sweat, and my pussy felt thoroughly used and swollen. I could feel his thick load slowly dripping down my thighs onto the expensive fabric beneath me.He stood above me, his cock still half-hard and glistening with our combined juices. The look in his eyes was no longer just lust — it was pure possession.“We should go back,” I whispered, even though my body was screaming for more. “Layla might notice we’re both missing.”Karim smiled darkly and stroked his cock slowly, already getting hard again.“Not yet,” he said, voice low and commanding. “I’m not done with you.”He pulled me up from the couch and kissed me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth as if he owned me. His hands roamed over my naked body — squeezing my ass, pinching my nipples, sliding between my legs to push his lea

Chapter 1: The Midnight Call The rain was hammering against the windows like it wanted to break in. I was curled up on the couch in my silk nightie, alone in my apartment, when my phone rang at 1:17 AM. It was Mr. Ahmed — my best friend’s father. My heart skipped. Mr. Ahmed had always been the forbidden fantasy I never admitted to anyone. Tall, broad-shouldered, in his early fifties, with salt-and-pepper hair, a deep commanding voice, and that quiet, intense masculinity that made me weak every time he looked at me. He was the complete opposite of his daughter, my best friend Sara, who was currently on vacation in Dubai with her mother. I answered on the third ring, trying to sound casual. “Hello?” “Mariam,” his deep voice came through, sounding strained. “I’m sorry to call you this late. My car broke down on the highway, and Sara mentioned you live close by. I need a place to wait for the mechanic. It’s pouring outside.” I bit my lip. This was dangerous. Very dangerous. “Of c

Way 12: My Best Friend’s FatherChapter 3: Until SunriseMr. Ahmed’s heavy body was still pressed against my back, his thick cock buried deep inside me as the last powerful spurts of his cum filled my pussy. I could feel every twitch, every throb as he emptied himself completely into his daughter’s best friend.He stayed inside me for a long moment, grinding slowly, making sure his seed stayed deep. Then he finally pulled out with a wet sound. A huge rush of his thick white cum poured from my stretched hole, soaking the sheets beneath me.I collapsed onto my stomach, breathing hard, my body trembling from the intensity. Mr. Ahmed lay beside me and pulled me into his arms, my back against his chest. His large hand cupped one of my breasts possessively while the other slid between my legs, gently rubbing my swollen, cum-filled pussy.“You’re absolutely ruined,” he murmured against my ear, pushing two fingers inside me and stirring his own cum. “And we’ve only just started.”I whimpered

Way 30: My Stepbrother’s ObsessionChapter 1: The ReturnThe front door slammed shut downstairs, and my heart immediately started racing.He was back.Zayd — my stepbrother — had been away at university for almost two years. I had almost convinced myself that the twisted tension between us had faded. Almost.I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom wearing nothing but a tiny white tank top and pink cotton panties when I heard his deep voice echo through the house.“Mom? Dad? I’m home.”I quickly threw on a loose oversized t-shirt, but it barely reached mid-thigh. My nipples were already hard just from hearing his voice. I hated how my body reacted to him.Taking a deep breath, I walked downstairs.Zayd was standing in the living room, taller and broader than I remembered. His black t-shirt stretched across his muscular chest, and his jeans hung low on his hips. His dark eyes immediately locked onto me the second I appeared at the bottom of the stairs.“Little sis,” he said,

Chapter 3: Weekend of Sin Zayd’s heavy body was still pressed against mine, his thick cock buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy as we both tried to catch our breath. The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and pure forbidden lust. His hot breath fanned against the back of my neck while his hand lazily stroked my side. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Layla,” he whispered, slowly grinding his hips, stirring his massive load inside me. “Two years of jerking off to the thought of fucking my own stepsister. And now you’re here, dripping with my cum in my old bed.” I whimpered softly, pushing back against him even though I was exhausted. The guilt was crushing — this was my stepbrother, the boy I had grown up with — but the pleasure was stronger. My body craved more. Zayd kissed my shoulder, then slowly pulled out. A thick river of his cum poured from my stretched hole, soaking the sheets. He flipped me onto my back and spread my legs wide, staring at the messy sight