บททั้งหมดของ 100 DRIPPING DREAMS: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Dalia's POVI was still shaking when Santiago pulled his fingers from me. The first flood had left my thighs slick and the mirrored floor shining beneath my feet. Every surface showed me, my thick thighs trembling, my round belly rising with each ragged breath, my cunt open and dripping. The collar kept my head up. The cuffs kept my hands behind my back. I could not look away even if I wanted to.“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.I dropped. The cool glass kissed my palms and knees. In the floor mirror I saw my heavy breasts hanging, the soft swell of my belly, the jeweled plug still seated in my ass. Reflections above and around me multiplied every curve. Santiago moved behind me. I felt the broad head of his cock press against my soaked entrance.“Watch,” he said.He thrust in hard. The stretch forced a cry from my throat. In the mirrors I saw it from every angle, my thick thighs spreading wider, my belly swaying, his cock disappearing into me over and over. He set a deep, relen

Martin's POVI stayed buried to the hilt, hips locked against the soft give of her ass, feeling every pulse of her cunt around me. Ivy’s breath came in ragged bursts against the desk. Her full body was flushed, the soft curve of her stomach pressed flat, heavy breasts crushed against the wood. She tried to push up again. I shoved her back down with a hand between her shoulder blades and rolled my hips, grinding deep.“Still fighting,” I said, voice rough. “Even with my cock stretching you open. Look at this greedy pussy taking every inch like it was made for it.”“Fuck you,” she snarled, but the words broke on a moan when I pulled almost all the way out and slammed home again. The desk lurched. Papers scattered further. I set a punishing rhythm, long, hard strokes that forced her to feel the full thick length of me on every thrust. Soft flesh of her thighs and ass jiggled with the impact. I loved the weight of her, the way she filled my hands when I gripped her hips hard enough to bru

Chapter 4Cole's POVShe pushed back against me, the struggle already starting the way it always did when she was really into it. “Maybe I liked it,” she threw over her shoulder, voice wicked. “Maybe he fucked me better than you do.”The words landed like a match on gasoline.I yanked her upright by the hair, spun her, and shoved her down onto the couch on her back. I hooked both of her soft thighs over my arms, spreading her wide, and slammed back into her. The angle was deep and mean. She gasped, nails digging into my forearms.“Say that again,” I ordered, fucking her in long, punishing strokes. “Tell me how much better he was while I ruin this pussy all over again.”Her eyes were bright, almost feverish. She licked her lips. “He was thicker. He made me cum so hard I saw stars. He talked filth the whole time and I loved every second of it.”I growled and drove harder. The wet slap of my hips against her soft thighs filled the room. I dropped one of her legs so I could reach between

Ivy's POVThe weekend drive home always felt longer than it actually was. By the time I pulled into the gravel driveway of my parents’ house the sky had already started to darken for the evening. I sat in the car for a minute, engine off, letting the quiet settle. Cole was working double shifts all weekend. Martin hadn’t texted me since the office. I wish he had. I needed his strong arms and thick dick, even though my body still carried the leftover ache from the alley two nights ago, strangers’ hands, strangers’ cum, the kind of rough emptiness that never quite went away.I grabbed my bag and headed inside.The smell of garlic and roasted meat hit me the second I opened the door. Mom’s kitchen never smelled like that anymore; she’d given up cooking anything more complicated than toast years ago. I dropped my bag by the stairs and followed the scent.He was at the stove with his back to me.A young guy. Tall. Broad shoulders straining a plain black T-shirt. Dark jeans that sat low on

Ivy's POV The movie didn’t waste time. Within minutes the couple was already half-naked, the woman’s back against a wall, the man’s mouth on her throat. Soft wet sounds came from the speakers. I felt the first low pulse between my legs and didn’t bother fighting it.Vynny sat rigid beside me, a careful foot of space that felt like nothing. I could smell the faint scent of the kitchen still clinging to him. My nipples tightened under the thin T-shirt. I reached up and pinched one through the fabric, rolling it hard between my fingers. A small moan slipped out before I could stop it.He didn’t move.I did it again, harder, and made sure I was louder. My other hand slid under the hem of the shirt, over the soft curve of my stomach, and straight between my thighs. I was already slick. Two fingers pushed inside easily. The wet sound was unmistakable in the quiet room.I didn’t look at him. I just fucked myself with short, rough strokes, palm grinding against my clit, while the woman on th