100 DRIPPING WET DREAMS - A FULL SERIES, EROTICA COLLECTION.의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Aima's PovMy heart raced as I watched my parents’ car disappear down the long driveway. The weekend stretched before me like an endless promise of freedom. Finally! Ever since Marcus came back I'd been a tight horny slut. I needed a release. I needed my rose. I needed him! Unfortunately he never looked at me twice. I'd have to settle for my rose and fingers.But I dared not do that with my parents around because Lord! I was a loud screamer.Marcus, my twenty-four-year-old stepbrother, was tall, the hottest boy I'd ever seen with a deep velvety voice that made my pussy throb. We had lived together for five years since our parents married, but lately the tension between my legs when I looked at him had grown unbearable. I slipped into my bedroom, locking the door behind me, then I peeled off my clothes, letting them pool on the floor. Naked, I lay back on my bed, letting my hands trail down my stomach, my fingers finding the slick heat between my thighs. Wet for Marcus, always

Aima's pov My body was still buzzing from the last creampie, his cum slowly leaking from my swollen pussy onto the sheets. I trembled as he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out two items, my pink rose vibrator and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps.“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Drenched with desire for your stepbrother.”He leaned over me first, sucking hard on my left nipple until it throbbed and stood painfully erect. Then the cold bite of the clamp closed around it. I gasped sharply at the intense pinch, my back arching.“Fuck! Marcus!”“Shhh. You can take it.” He repeated the process on my right nipple, clamping it firmly. The chain dangled between my breasts, tugging slightly with every breath and sending sharp sparks of pain-pleasure straight to my core. My nipples throbbed and throbbed.He smirked down at me, clearly enjoying my whimpers. “Beautiful. Now let’s see how loud you get when I use this on that greedy little clit.”Marcus swi

Elena's povI’ve been an electrician for fifteen years, and I thought I’d seen every kind of weird shit people hide in their walls. But nothing prepared me for what I found in Mrs. Elena Voss’s bedroom closet.She was a high-end client, mid-thirties with a classy style. She ran a consulting firm from home and controlled other multiple businesses. When she called about flickering lights in her home office, I showed up on time, toolbox in hand, expecting a standard job. She greeted me at the door in a silk blouse and pencil skirt, hair pinned up, looking every bit the professional. But there was something in her eyes, nervous and hungry when she showed me to the room.“Try not to make too much mess,” she said with a low sexy voice. “I have an important call in an hour.”I nodded and got to work. The issue was a loose wire behind a wall panel near her walk-in closet. I pulled the panel off and started tracing the line. That’s when my hand brushed against a loose floorboard inside the cl

“Absolutely not.” I crossed my arms, glaring at mum as she folded my pink sweater into the bag. “I’m not spending an entire weekend in some dusty cabin with Aunt Linda and her arrogant sons. Especially Caleb.”Mum didn’t even look at me. “Sera, honey, it’s a mini family reunion. Your aunt hasn’t seen you in like two years now, and the boys miss you. It’ll be good for you to go down there, you know, relax a bit.”“Good for me?” I laughed bitterly. “Caleb used to put dead rats on my sleeping mat, remember? And the last time I saw him he told me I looked like a ‘stuck-up librarian who needs to get laid.’ He’s an asshole, mum”She finally straightened, giving me that patient, guilt tripping smile she’d used on me for nineteen years. “He’s grown up, alright? You both have. And it’s only for three days. I already told your aunt we’re coming. Besides…” She brushed my hair back affectionately. “...you work too hard. You need some fresh air, no screens and good food. You’ll love it. I promise.

I heard mum’s voice calling me from the living room, it sounded a little bit shrill than usual. “Ryan, honey? Can you come here for a second?”I set my phone down and went to meet her, trying to play it cool. For some strange reason, at twenty two years old, I've been fighting these twisted urges toward my own mother. My mum, Leila is forty two, but she still looked incredible, better than some young girls if I'm being honest.I'd always preferred older women.She had curvy hips, full breasts that were always visible in any blouse she wore, and that soft, inviting neck I’d stared at too many times. Divorcing my beat up dad had made her lonely, I hated that for my girl. If there was a way I could make her feel better…“Yeah, mum? What’s up?” I asked when I got to her room.She stood there holding a small velvet box, her supple cheeks already pink. “I bought myself a new necklace today, but I can't seem to figure out this clasp. Can you help me put it on?”I felt my pulse quicken as sh