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Yelena Eves's Point Of View.I barely slept. Every time I shifted under the sheets, the burning ache in my ass reminded me of what Mark had done. Ten sharp smacks that still pained hot against the cool cotton of my bedsheet. My pussy hadn't stopped aching either. There was a deep, needy pulse that made me press my thighs together again and again. Jake's cum had long since been washed away, but the memory of his thick cock filling my mouth mixed with the filthy image of Mark stroking himself while watching me... it all kept swirling in my head like a dirty dream.As morning light filtered through my curtains. I groaned and sat up slowly, wincing as my sore cheeks took my weight. In the mirror, I turned and lifted my oversized t-shirt. My ass was still marked as faint red handprints lingered on my pale skin. God, what the hell is wrong with me? I should have been furious. I should have burst into Mom's room the second I woke up and told her everything.But the second I imagined saying i

Yelena Eves's Point Of View.Mom finally left around noon after lingering over coffee and giving us both her usual instructions. The door clicked shut behind her, and the house suddenly felt quieter and dangerous.I went to my room and changed. The short pleated skirt from breakfast wasn’t enough anymore. I picked something even smaller; a tiny black micro-skirt that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass, and a tight white crop top that clung to my breasts like a second skin, my nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.No bra. No panties. I told myself I was just hot from the nervousness, but deep down I knew I was testing him. Teasing the monster I had awakened last night.An hour later, I was in the kitchen pretending to clean when I heard Mark’s voice boom from the living room.“Yelena! Bring me a beer from the fridge.”I swallowed hard. The football match was on loud with cheering and commentator voices filling the house. I grabbed a cold bottle and walked into the liv

Yelena Eves's Point Of View.Mark ignored my desperate pleas and pressed the fat, lubed head of the massive dildo against my soaked entrance. Without another warning, he drove it inside me in one brutal, merciless thrust. I cried out sharply as the enormous toy stretched me wide open, forcing my tight walls to accommodate its thick girth. It was bigger than anything I’d ever taken."Fuck— it’s too big!" I gasped, my body jerking against the straps as pain and overwhelming fullness mixed together.Mark’s hand gripped the base of the dildo tightly and he started fucking me with it hard and fast. The wet, filthy squelching sounds filled the living room with every deep, punishing stroke. It was obviously loud, obscene, and impossible to ignore. Each brutal thrust made my juices splash and drip messily down my thighs, landing in tiny wet droplets on the floor beneath the coffee table. The heavy wooden table creaked under my body as I jolted forward, my breasts painfully squished and slidin

Victoria Harrington's Point Of View.The weight of my husband’s body pressed me into the mattress as he thrust into me with short, desperate strokes. I wrapped my legs around my husband, senator Richard Harrington’s waist and let out the soft, practiced moans I knew he liked. Inside, I felt almost nothing.“Come on, baby… fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned into my neck, his breath hot and ragged.I closed my eyes and tried to lose myself in the moment. Twenty-three years of marriage, and this was what our sex life had become. Quick. Mechanical. Unsatisfying. I was soaking wet when we started but that was not because of him. I’d spent the last twenty minutes in the shower with my fingers buried deep inside myself, desperately chasing the kind of pleasure Richard had never been able to give me.His thrusts were shallow and frantic, like a boy in his first year of college who didn’t know what he was doing. I could barely feel his cock inside me; thin, already softening, sliding in and ou

Victoria Harrington's Point Of View.Jax froze.For a long second, the only sound in the gym was the low hum of the air conditioning. I stayed bent over just a little longer than necessary, ass pushed back toward him, before slowly straightening up and turning around with a sweet, innocent smile.His green eyes had gone dark, almost dangerous. His jaw was clenched so tightly I could see the muscle ticking. He swallowed hard, clearly fighting for control.“Victoria…” he said, voice low and rough, like a warning.I tilted my head, biting my lower lip. “Yes, Jax?”He exhaled sharply through his nose and ran a hand over his short hair. “Nothing, let’s start with mobility work.”He guided me through the first few exercises with strict professionalism — cat-cow stretches on the mat, then standing hamstring stretches, followed by deep hip openers. His voice was steady as he gave instructions, but I could feel the growing heat in every touch.During the hip flexor stretch, he placed one stron