TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The following evening, the air in the master bedroom was already thick with anticipation. Marcus had left for a short while after dinner, returning with a small black bag and a predatory smile. Vannia’s heart raced as he emptied its contents onto the bed: soft black ropes, a powerful wand vibrator, and a bottle of lube.“Tonight, we play,” Marcus announced, his deep voice sending shivers down Vannia’s spine. “Vannia, strip and get on the bed. Arms and legs spread.”She obeyed quickly, her pussy already wet. Marcus worked methodically, tying her wrists to the headboard and her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed, stretching her body into a perfect, helpless X. The ropes held her firm but comfortable, exposing every inch of her—breasts heaving, pink pussy glistening and open.Marcus turned on the wand vibrator. The low, powerful hum filled the room. He pressed the vibrating head directly against her swollen clit and secured it in place with a strap around her thigh.“Oh god…” Vannia

The black funeral bus moved slowly along the winding road toward the family cemetery, its engine humming a low, mournful note. June 3rd had arrived with overcast skies and a light drizzle that streaked the windows. Exactly one month and one day had passed since Raymond Nelson, the respected patriarch, had died on May 2nd after a sudden illness. Today, they would finally lay him to rest.Messi Nelson sat in the back row of the bus, his tall frame slightly hunched in the black tailored shirt and trousers that felt too tight around his broad shoulders. At twenty-five, he carried the weight of being the only son expected to be strong - to lead the family now. But strength was the last thing on his mind. His dark eyes kept drifting to the woman beside him.Leila Nelson, his father’s young widow, sat with her hands folded tightly in her lap. At thirty-two, she was a vision even in mourning — smooth, deep brown skin glowing softly in the dim interior light, full lips pressed together, and a

The master bedroom was thick with the scent of sex and the faint trace of rain from outside. Messi lay on his back, Leila curled against his chest, both of them still catching their breath. Ella remained in the chair beside the bed — one wrist uncuffed so she could move that hand, but her other wrist and both ankles still secured. Her blouse hung open, heavy breasts exposed, nipples stiff with arousal. The dark wet patch on her panties had grown.Leila lifted her head, looking at her mother with a mix of guilt and lingering lust. “Mama… are you okay?”Ella’s voice was husky. “I should be angry. This is madness. On the day we buried your husband — my son-in-law.” She squeezed her thighs together, unable to hide her need. “But I can’t look away.”Messi smiled and ran his hand down Leila’s back, cupping her ass possessively. “Good. Because we’re not done.”He kissed Leila deeply, tongues sliding together as his fingers dipped between her legs again. She was still soaked — a mixture of h

The fifth day of the official mourning period passed in a haze of tension and barely contained lust. The large family house remained quiet, with most relatives having returned to their own homes. Only the three of them remained under one roof — Messi, Leila, and Ella — bound by grief, guilt, and an ever-growing web of forbidden desire.Messi had given them a simple instruction that morning: no clothes inside the house unless visitors came. All day, the women moved around naked or in sheer robes that hid nothing. Every glance, every accidental brush of skin, heightened the electricity between them.In the afternoon, Messi took them to the living room. He had Ella sit on the wide couch, legs spread, while he positioned Leila on her hands and knees on the floor directly in front of her mother. Then he knelt behind Leila and slid his thick cock into her soaked pussy in one deep thrust.Leila moaned loudly, pushing back against him. Messi fucked her with long, powerful strokes, making sure

The night stretched on, thick with heat and the unmistakable scent of raw, uninhibited sex. The master bedroom had become a sanctuary of forbidden pleasure where grief had been temporarily forgotten, replaced by overwhelming lust. Messi lay in the centre of the large bed, his muscular body glistening with sweat. Leila was curled against his left side, her head resting on his chest, while Ella pressed against his right, her fuller, mature curves moulding perfectly against him.After the intense first round, they had taken a short break to drink water and catch their breath. But the fire between them refused to die down. Messi’s cock was already stirring again, hardening against Leila’s thigh.Ella noticed first. She reached down, wrapping her soft hand around his thickening shaft and stroking him slowly. “I’ve waited long enough,” she whispered, voice husky with need. “I want to feel you properly.”Messi pulled her on top of him. Ella straddled his hips, her heavy breasts swaying as s