Shades Of Secret Wants のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Ethan worked for nearly two hours that first afternoon. Vivian watched him from the kitchen window as he skimmed leaves, scrubbed the tiles, and added chemicals to the water. His tank top clung to his back with sweat, and every time he bent over, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed under the sunlight. She told herself she was just checking on the progress. But her eyes kept drifting back to him.When he finally packed up his tools, the sun was starting to set. The pool water already looked clearer.Ethan wiped his hands on a towel and walked over to the sliding door. Vivian stepped outside to meet him. The warm evening air brushed against her skin, carrying the faint scent of chlorine and his sweat.“It looks much better already,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Thank you, Ethan. Really.”He smiled, wiping sweat from his forehead. “It’s going to take a couple more visits to get it perfect. The filter needs a deep clean, and I want to balance the chemicals properly. I can c

Ethan’s lips were still warm against Vivian’s when they finally pulled apart. The taste of him lingered on her tongue. It was a mix of salt from his sweat and the faint sweetness of the lemonade he had drunk earlier. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. The living room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, as if the old lake house itself was holding its breath.Vivian stepped back a bit, her fingers still lightly resting on his bare chest. His skin was hot under her touch, damp with sweat from the work he had been doing. She could feel the steady, fast beat of his heart.“We really shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction. And her body was betraying her, her nipples were hard against her tank top, and a warm, aching wetness had gathered between her legs.Ethan didn’t move away. His hands stayed on her waist, thumbs gently stroking the strip of bare skin where her shirt had ridden up. “I know,” he said, his voice low and a l

“I want you so badly,” he whispered. “But we don’t have to rush. We can take our time. I want to enjoy every second with you.”Vivian smiled against his lips, her hand still stroking his cock slowly. “Then let’s take our time. I want to enjoy you too.”Ethan groaned softly as her fingers moved up and down his thick shaft. He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the way her tongue slid against his. His hands roamed over her body, sliding under the oversized shirt she wore. He cupped her bare breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples.“Mmmmmm… your hands feel so warm on my tits,” Vivian moaned into his mouth. “I love how you touch me. It makes me so wet.”Ethan pinched her nipples lightly, rolling them between his fingers. Vivian shivered and stroked him faster, her thumb spreading the pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock. The kitchen was quiet except for their heavy breathing and the soft, wet sounds of her hand moving on his shaft.He broke

The next afternoon, the doorbell rang at exactly three o’clock. Vivian’s heart jumped the moment she heard it. She had spent the morning thinking about Ethan, the way his hands felt on her body, the way his cock had stretched her, the way he had looked at her like he couldn’t get enough. She had changed her outfit three times before settling on a loose white tank top and very short denim shorts. No bra. No panties. Her nipples were already hard just from the anticipation.She opened the door. Ethan stood there in a fresh tank top and board shorts, tool bag over his shoulder. His eyes moved slowly over her body, taking in the way the thin tank top clung to her breasts and how her shorts barely covered her ass.“You look… dangerous,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I’ve been thinking about you all night. About how wet you were. How tight you felt around my cock.”Vivian’s pussy throbbed at his words. She stepped aside to let him in. “I’ve been thinking about you too. I woke up wet th

Cassandra sucked them clean. She moaned at her own sweet taste. The flavor of her pussy on Becky’s fingers was warm and a little tangy. She looked straight into Becky’s eyes while she did it, her tongue moving slowly around the long fingers.Becky watched her with dark eyes. “Look at you. Sucking your own juices like a greedy little slut. I never thought the great Cassandra Voss would be this dirty.”Cassandra pulled her mouth off the fingers with a wet pop. “Shut up,” she said, her voice low and breathy. “You started this. Now finish it.”She grabbed Becky’s silver dress and yanked the zipper down in one rough motion. The expensive fabric fell open, revealing Becky’s perfect body. Her breasts were smaller but firm, with light pink nipples already hard. Her stomach was flat, her hips narrow, and her long legs looked even longer without the dress.Cassandra pushed the dress off Becky’s shoulders. It pooled at her feet. Becky stood there in just a tiny black thong. Cassandra’s hands mov