Todos los capítulos de RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Capítulo 391 - Capítulo 400

The first three days were pure torment.Every shirt felt like sandpaper. Every accidental brush of fabric against the new metal sent a sharp, electric jolt straight to my clit. I had followed the aftercare instructions obsessively—saline sprays, clean hands, no touching—but my body still treated the piercings like live wires. At night I lay on my back, shirt pushed up, staring at the silver bars through swollen, flushed nipples, and tried not to think about gray eyes and black gloves.Tyler came over on the fourth night.I had planned it carefully. Dim lights. His favorite beer. I stripped slowly, watching his face as I revealed the jewelry for the first time.He stared for three full seconds.Then he laughed.“Holy shit, you actually did it.” He reached out and flicked one of the bars with his finger like it was a novelty toy. White-hot pain exploded through the fresh piercing. I hissed and jerked back.“Careful—they’re still healing.”“Sorry, babe. They look hot, though. Turn around

“The Wrong Room Key”The hotel hallway smelled like expensive carpet cleaner and bad decisions. Maya stood in front of room 412, rain still dripping from the ends of her hair onto the front of her thin white blouse. The conference had run late, the bar had been loud, and her phone was at 3%. All she wanted was a hot shower and eight uninterrupted hours of not smiling at clients.She slid the keycard into the slot. Green light. Soft click.The door swung open onto darkness and the low murmur of a television. Someone was already in the room.A tall figure sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but black boxer briefs, laptop open on his thighs, face lit by the blue glow of the screen. Broad shoulders, dark hair slightly messy, the kind of jaw that looked better with a five-o’clock shadow. He looked up.For half a second neither of them moved.Then his mouth curved, slow and unmistakably amused.“Well,” he said, voice low and a little rough, “either the front desk has a sense of humor, or

“One More Round”Julian didn’t pull out after the first orgasm. He stayed buried deep, hips rolling in slow, grinding circles while Maya trembled underneath him, oversensitive and still pulsing around his cock.“Fuck,” he muttered against her throat, voice wrecked. “You’re still squeezing me like you don’t want me to leave.”Maya’s laugh came out shaky. “Maybe I don’t.”He lifted his head, eyes dark and amused. “Greedy little thing.” He gave one hard thrust that made her gasp. “You just came all over my cock and you’re already trying to milk another one out of me.”She wrapped her legs higher around his waist. “Then give it to me.”Julian’s grin turned filthy. He pulled almost all the way out—slow enough that she felt every thick inch—then slammed back in to the hilt. The wet sound was obscene. He set a new rhythm: deep, steady, deliberate. Every stroke dragged over the spot inside her that made her thighs shake.“Look at this pretty cunt taking me,” he said, glancing down between the

I watched her from the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the frame with my arms crossed, already wet between my thighs just from looking at her.Claire. My stepmom. Forty-one, still built like she ran five miles every morning and did yoga that made her ass look criminal. Tight black yoga pants clinging to the curve of her hips, a soft gray tank top that showed the outline of her sports bra and the soft swell of her tits when she reached up to put away the glasses. Blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, a few strands sticking to the back of her neck with sweat. She’d just come back from her run. The house still smelled faintly of her perfume mixed with clean sweat.She didn’t know I was staring.She also didn’t know I’d been staring for months.I moved in with Dad and Claire after my mom died three years ago. I was nineteen then. Now I’m twenty-two, out of college for the summer, and the only thing I can think about is how badly I want to ruin her. Claire is straight. Happily marri

I didn’t let her rest.Claire was still trembling from the second orgasm when I flipped her onto her stomach. She made a soft, startled sound as I shoved a pillow under her hips, forcing her ass up and her face down into the mattress. Her pussy was swollen and shiny, dripping steadily onto the sheets. The sight of her like that—my proper, straight stepmom, face buried in my pillow, ass raised, cunt on full display—made something dark and hungry twist in my gut.I knelt behind her and spread her cheeks with both hands.“Look at this pretty little hole,” I murmured, dragging my thumb through her wet folds and up to circle her tight pink asshole. “Still so untouched. Bet no one’s ever put their tongue here.”Claire whimpered into the pillow. “Alex… please…”I didn’t know if she was begging me to stop or to keep going. I didn’t care either way.I leaned in and dragged my tongue from her clit all the way up, over her soaked entrance, and then pressed the flat of it against her asshole. Cla