บททั้งหมดของ Filthy Fu*ck Dreams : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Dropping to her knees on the tile hard and unforgiving against her shins she adjusted for a better angle, ass lifting as she drove the toy deeper. The vibrations rattled her clit indirectly now, her lips brushing the base, and she cranked it to high, the buzz a deafening roar in her ears. Her hands

Soaping her breasts gently, she winced and moaned in equal measure, the suds turning pinkish from minor abrasions. Her pussy stung too, tender from the pounding, but she rinsed thoroughly, fingers lingering to trace the stretched lips. *Worth every second,* she mused, the steam enveloping her like a

He set a punishing pace immediately, hips snapping like pistons, balls slapping her clit with wet smacks. Each plunge jolted her forward, railing abrading her belly and tits, the breeze cooling the sweat slicking their joining. "Tight little cunt, made for this," he grunted, one hand clamping her h

They collapsed, his cock plugging her full, twitching aftershocks rippling through. Worth it—every inch, every ache, her pussy tender-gaping around him. Darius chuckled, kissing her shoulder. "Told you it'd be good."Jane lay boneless beneath him, Darius's massive cock still buried to the hilt, a he

Charlotte lay sprawled on her twin bed in the dim glow of her bedside lamp, the room thick with the humid scent of summer night air seeping through the cracked window. At nineteen, she'd always been the good girl—straight A's, church on Sundays, never even kissed a boy properly—but tonight, curiosit