All Chapters of Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Jax’s hands were on her before she could catch her breath. Big, rough palms sliding over her sweat-slicked tits, squeezing hard as Mia stayed impaled on the dripping dildo. His hard cock pressed against her ass through his pants, thick and promising. “Fuck, you’re even hotter up close,” he growled against her ear. “The whole building’s watching you be a nasty little slut.” “Then give them a better show,” Mia moaned, grinding back against him. She reached behind her, stroking the massive bulge in his jeans. Phones were out in full force now—multiple red lights recording from windows across the courtyard. The audience had doubled. Jax didn’t waste time. He spun her around, pulled her off the dildo with a wet pop, and bent her over the railing. Her soaked pussy and ass were on full display to everyone as he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs from behind. His tongue drove deep, lapping up her squirt and cream while she cried out. “Oh my god—yes, eat my cunt!

EMMAI walked across the grass carrying my rolled-up mat, the late afternoon sun hitting my back and making my skin prickle. Twenty-four years old and already hooked on this stupid weekly class. My black leggings hugged every curve, the fabric stretched so tight I felt it with every step. No underwear underneath. I never wore any for these sessions anymore. The seam pressed right against my shaved pussy, and by the time I reached my usual spot near the front, I was already damp.These classes always leave me soaked, I thought, unrolling the mat. It’s the poses. It’s him.Marcus stood at the top of the group like he owned the park. Tall, shoulders wide, voice low and sure when he gave directions. Every woman here noticed him. I noticed the way his shirt clung to his chest when he demonstrated a pose. I noticed how his eyes moved over the class, calm but sharp.A few regulars smiled at me as they settled in. I dropped into child’s pose to start, forehead to the mat, ass up. The stretch

EMMAMarcus stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still hard and twitching in my pulsing pussy. I lay there in bridge pose, hips lifted, legs spread, chest heaving while the class stared. My orgasm still rippled through me in aftershocks. Humiliation burned in my cheeks, but my body betrayed me, clenching around him like it wanted more.“Who wants to help with Emma’s next pose?” he asked again, voice calm and in control.A few people shifted. A tall guy with a runner’s build stepped forward first. “I… I can spot her.”Marcus smirked. He pulled out slowly, leaving me empty and dripping. “Good. Hold her in warrior three. One leg back, arms forward. Keep her steady.”They moved me like I was their project. The runner guy gripped my arms while I balanced on one leg, the other extended behind me. My ruined leggings hung in tatters. My soaked pussy and ass were completely open again. Marcus knelt beside us, directing.“Touch her,” he told the guy. “Feel how wet she is. That’s your feedback

I stepped onto the hot sand with the sun already high and the beach packed. Families under umbrellas. Couples on towels. Kids running for the water. I wore nothing but a tiny sheer white cover-up that barely reached the tops of my thighs. The fabric was thin enough that my nipples showed dark and hard. No bikini underneath. Just skin. The risk alone had me soaked before I even found a spot. Every step made the cover-up brush my bare pussy. I could feel how wet I already was. The idea of getting caught, of people seeing, had been eating at me all morning. I walked closer to the water, letting the waves lap at my ankles. A strong gust came off the ocean. I lifted my arms like I was stretching, and the cover-up slipped right off my shoulders. The wind caught it. It fluttered once and landed in the surf, already floating away. I stood there completely naked. Sun on my tits. Salt air on my wet pussy. Sand under my bare feet. For a second everything went quiet in my head. Then the firs

I didn’t wait for the next guy to ask. I reached out, grabbed the closest hard cock, and pulled him toward me. “Come on,” I said, voice shaky but clear. “If we’re doing this, do it properly.” He stepped in, spun me around, and bent me forward at the waist. My hands planted on my own thighs for balance. He pushed inside my cum-slick pussy in one thrust. The stretch made me moan out loud. Salt water washed around our ankles while he fucked me hard from behind, right there in the open. Hands found me immediately. Someone cupped my swinging tits. Another man stepped in front and fed his cock between my lips. I sucked him without hesitation, tasting skin and salt. The guy behind me slammed deeper, wet sounds mixing with the crash of waves. I wasn’t pretending anymore. The “mistake” had stopped being an excuse the second the first load filled me. Now I just wanted more. A third man dropped to his knees in the wet sand and licked my clit while the other two used me. His tongue flicked