Todos los capítulos de LUSTFUL DESIRES [A Collection...]: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

I moaned in agreement, high and shameless, as he kept pounding into my ass, my tits swinging hard under me with every powerful thrust. The phone kept buzzing, forgotten, while I stayed arched and open, taking every thick inch he gave me.Luke kept pounding into my ass.Hard, deep strokes that made the bed rock. I pushed back to meet every thrust, cheeks bouncing against his hips, my tits swinging wildly underneath me.“Fuck... yes... don’t stop... ahhh...”He growled behind me, grip tight on my waist, slamming in harder. I could feel him swelling, getting closer. Just when his rhythm started to stutter, he pulled out completely.I spun around on the mattress in one quick move, dropped to my knees, and wrapped my lips around his cock before he could even speak. I sucked hard and fast, taking him deep, tongue working the underside.“Nicole... fuck...”He moaned and came with a low groan. Thick pulses flooded my mouth. I kept sucking, swallowing every drop, not letting a single bit escap

****~KATE.I was already regretting calling him the second I heard the truck pull into the driveway.Justin climbed out, wiping his hands on a rag like he always did, same calm walk, same half-smile that made him look like he had all the time in the world. He was older than my dad by a few years, broad-shouldered, greying a little at the temples, and still the only person who had ever fixed the ancient Toyota without charging us an organ.I met him halfway across the yard, trying to look normal.“Hey, Justin. Thanks for coming so fast.”“No problem, Kate. Your dad said it was making a weird noise again?”“Yeah. It started this morning. Kind of a grinding sound when I turn left.”He nodded, already walking toward the garage. I followed, hands in my back pockets, suddenly very aware of the last time he had been here.It had been six months ago. My dad’s car had broken down, Justin came over, and I had walked into the downstairs bathroom without knocking because I thought no one else wa

My hands stayed buried in his hair the whole time, tugging and smoothing it while he kept sucking on my breasts. “God, Justin… that feels so good,” I breathed. “I haven’t felt anything close to this in forever.”He made a low sound against my skin and sucked harder, switching between both nipples like he was determined to leave them red and sensitive.“Yeah?” he murmured without lifting his head. “How long’s forever?”“Long enough that I forgot it could feel like this.” My fingers tightened in his hair. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”He groaned quietly and went back to work, licking and sucking with more intent. I kept talking without meaning to, soft broken sentences about how good his mouth felt, how I didn’t want him to stop. The more I said, the more into it he got.Eventually, he left my breasts and dragged his mouth up to my neck. He kissed and sucked at the side of my throat, hard enough that I knew it might leave a mark.“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble,” he muttered

~VERONICA“Ahh... fuck... yes, take it deeper...”The girl’s high, broken moan spilled through my headphones the moment the new video began. Another voice joined almost at once, thinner and more frantic, begging for more even while the camera showed her already stretched around the thick length driving into her.I answered them without meaning to. “Mmm… shit…” The sound left my mouth low, barely louder than a breath. My head tipped back against the headboard while one hand kept the pink rose vibrator pressed firmly against my swollen clit and the other pinched and rolled a stiff nipple. My top was shoved high under my chin, leaving my breasts bare and flushed. From the waist down I was completely naked, panties and shorts discarded somewhere near the end of the bed.On the screen, the man in the red mask worked the middle girl with long, punishing strokes. Eleven thick inches disappeared and reappeared, glossy and relentless. The two other girls knelt on either side of him, mouths op

I joined my mother in the kitchen and helped her carry the dishes to the dining table. The three of us sat down together the way we always did when no one was rushing off somewhere. Conversation flowed easily at first—small comments about the food, a story my father told about work, my mother’s usual remarks about the neighbors. I answered when spoken to and even managed a few smiles, yet my mind stayed fixed on the phone I had left upstairs. Every few minutes I felt the pull of it, as though the device itself were calling me back.Eventually, I set my fork down and stood. “I will be right back,” I told them, already moving toward the stairs before either of them could ask why.In my room, I unlocked the screen and found the reply waiting. An address. A clear invitation to come tonight if I was free. Beneath it, a short, deliberate message about how my breasts and ass had looked in the photographs I had sent. The words were soft enough to feel almost gentle, yet they landed with the f