Semua Bab RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Bab 191 - Bab 200

I woke up the next morning with my thighs already slick. My pussy was throbbing before I even opened my eyes—swollen, pink, and leaking fresh arousal onto the ruined sheets. The scent of cum from last night hung heavy in the air. My nipples were tight peaks, and my clit pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own. Six more days until James came home. I could survive that… right?I dragged myself to the bathroom on shaky legs. The full-length mirror showed the truth: my pretty pink pussy lips were puffy and glistening, strings of my creamy wetness stretching between my thighs with every step. I turned on the shower but couldn’t resist. My fingers brushed over my swollen clit, sending sparks shooting through my core. I circled it slowly, watching in the mirror as more nectar dripped down my inner thighs. “No,” I whispered to myself, voice hoarse. “You don’t need to cum again. James will be back in six days. Just six days of being a good wife.”I forced myself into the shower, letting hot

God, what the fuck is wrong with me?I slammed the apartment door behind me a little too hard, the sound echoing down the narrow hallway like a confession I wasn’t ready to make. The place was quiet, the kind of late-night silence that pressed against your skin and made every heartbeat feel too loud. I’d stayed out until almost 2 a.m., wandering campus, hitting the dingy 24-hour gym just to exhaust myself, anything to avoid coming back here. Anything to avoid him.Maxton.My straight roommate. The one who had no fucking clue that every time he walked around our shared room in nothing but those tight black boxer briefs—or better yet, completely naked after a shower—my cock throbbed so hard I thought I’d pass out. He was oblivious. Beautifully, painfully oblivious.It all started when I moved into this cramped two-bedroom apartment at the beginning of the school year. Three straight guys and me. Complicated? Try fucking torture. The other two had their own room across the hall, but Maxt

The footsteps stopped right outside our door. Jake’s voice mumbled something—probably on his phone—as Maxton stayed buried balls-deep inside me, his massive ten-inch cock throbbing like a heartbeat against my stretched walls. My ass clenched around him involuntarily, milking him, begging for the load I knew was right there on the edge.“Shhh,” Maxton breathed against my ear, his voice low and rough, but his hips gave one slow, filthy grind, stirring his cock deep in my guts. The wet squelch was obscene in the quiet room. “Don’t make a sound.”I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from my eyes. Being pinned under him, folded in half with his long runner’s legs powering that monster dick into me while our roommate stood just feet away… it was the most corrupt, disgusting thrill I’d ever felt.Jake’s footsteps moved away toward the other bedroom. The door clicked shut down the hall. We were “safe”—for now.The second the sound faded, Maxton lost c

One of his big hands slid under my skirt and cupped my bare, soaked pussy. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, curling against my G-spot. I cried out, hips jerking forward. “Fuck, she’s drenched,” Daddy announced to the others. “This hole has been aching for family cock for years. Boys, girls—strip. Let your sister see what she’s earned.” My stepbrothers peeled off their clothes. Four massive cocks sprang free—thick, veined, already leaking precum. Jax’s was a monster, easily ten inches and girthy enough to ruin me. Kane’s curved upward aggressively. The twins had identical heavy, low-hanging balls that looked full of thick seed. Lila and Mara stripped too, revealing perfect bodies—Lila’s heavy tits with dark nipples, Mara’s tight pink pussy already glistening. They looked at me like starving animals. “On your knees, Angel,” Daddy commanded, voice brooking no argument. “Show them how grateful you are.” I dropped instantly, the filthy concrete biting my knees. My

I barely slept after Daddy caught me. The rest of the night was a feverish blur of shame and unbearable arousal. I tossed and turned, thighs sticky with my own juices, replaying his deep, commanding voice over and over in my head. By morning I was a mess — pussy swollen and aching, nipples hard enough to cut glass. When the text came at noon telling me to come downstairs to the basement studio at exactly 2 p.m., my hands shook so badly I almost dropped my phone.This was really happening. I was going to watch — no, help — with one of Daddy’s live sessions.I chose my outfit like the desperate little slut I was becoming: a tiny white pleated skirt that barely covered my ass, no panties, a thin cropped tank top that made my hard nipples obvious, and thigh-high socks. My pussy was already leaking down my inner thighs before I even reached the hidden elevator.When I stepped into the main studio area, Daddy was already there with two guests. The man — tall, muscular, late thirties — turne