All Chapters of ECHOES OF LONGING : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

🍒Chapter 2🍒Sophie stood frozen in the doorway, her naked body completely still. Her eyes were wide with shock and pain as she stared at the scene in the office. Emma was kneeling behind Mr. Reynolds, the curved black toy still vibrating deep inside his ass. Mr. Reynolds was bent forward slightly, moaning with pleasure, his thick cock hanging down and leaking lots of clear precum onto the carpet.“What the actual fuck is this?!” Sophie finally shouted. Her voice cracked with hurt and anger. “Dad? You’re really letting my best friend do that to you? I thought I was the only one who came down here at night for you!”Mr. Reynolds slowly straightened up. The toy was still buzzing inside him. He turned around to face his stepdaughter. His big, hard cock stood out proudly, shiny and wet from everything that had happened. He looked at Sophie with strong, calm eyes even though the situation was surprising.“Close the door, Sophie,” he said in a deep, firm voice that left no room for argumen

🍑Chapter 1🍑“Mr. Hayes, are you okay?”Lily’s voice was soft and full of concern as she walked toward him. She had seen the big argument from her bedroom window. She had watched him storm out of the house after fighting with his wife. Now he was sitting alone on the old wooden bench in the corner of the compound, drinking heavily from a bottle of whiskey.She moved closer and sat down right beside him. Without waiting for permission, she placed her hand on his thigh and slowly slid it upward until her fingers rested on the side of his dick through his trousers. She gave it a gentle squeeze.Mr. Hayes looked at her with blurry, drunk eyes. “Lily? What are you doing here? You should go home.”Lily didn’t remove her hand, Instead, she rubbed him slowly, feeling his cock start to respond under her touch. “I saw everything. You and your wife were shouting again. You looked so angry when you left the house. I followed you and saw you sitting here drinking alone. I couldn’t just leave you

🍑 Chapter 3 🍑The door opened and closed again immediately. Mrs Hayes tried locking the door from inside because it was getting dark already.They stopped for a moment and continued.Lily was still breathing hard, her body pressed against Mr. Hayes in the garage. Cum was slowly dripping down her thighs from their previous rounds. She kissed his chest softly and looked up at him with naughty eyes. She wasn’t ready to stop yet.“Mr. Hayes, I want more,” she whispered. “I’m still so wet for you.”Mr. Hayes was drunk and tired, but his cock was already starting to respond again. He knew this was extremely risky. His wife was still inside the house. But Lily’s young, eager body and bold attitude made it hard for him to say no.Lily smiled when she felt him getting hard. She dropped to her knees once more and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked him slowly, using her tongue to clean him and get him fully hard again. Mr. Hayes groaned and held her head gently.“You’re going to be the d

🍆Chapter 2🍆Sister Maria lay on the bed, breathing hard. Her body was still shaking from what had just happened. Cum leaked from her pussy and ass. Tears ran down her cheeks. She felt dirty and used.“Please… no more,” she whispered weakly. “I can’t take it anymore.”Father Dominic smiled as he stroked his cock. It was still hard. “We’re just getting started, Sister. Your body needs more purification.”Father Elias grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He spread them wide open. “Look at that messy pussy, so wet already. Your body is begging for more even if your mouth says no.”Sister Maria tried to close her legs but she was too weak. Father Elias pushed his thick cock back into her pussy in one rough thrust. She cried out in pain and discomfort.“No… please stop…” she begged.But Father Elias didn’t stop. He started fucking her with hard, deep strokes. The bed made soft noises under them. Sister Maria turned her head to the side, crying silently. She hated how fu

🍒Chapter one 🍒I was reluctant to open the door but the moans from them kept turning me on.My hand hovered over the doorknob, trembling. The sounds coming from the guest bedroom at the end of the hallway were filthy, raw, and impossible to ignore. High-pitched feminine moans mixed with deep, masculine grunts and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. I should have gone back to my own room immediately. I should have shut my door, put on headphones, and pretended none of this was happening. But instead, I stood there frozen, my thighs pressing together as heat pooled low in my belly.Michael, my husband’s brother, had brought a whore home again. For the past thirty minutes, he’d been fucking her loud enough that the entire house could hear. And my husband? He was “working late” again; the same excuse he’d been giving for the last four months while leaving me sexually starved. No touches, no kisses, no cock, Just an empty bed and growing frustration.I bit my lip hard and forced myse