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I woke up with his cock already inside me.Mason had me on my stomach, one hand fisted in my hair, the other shoving my hips up so he could sink deeper into the mess he’d left overnight. I was sore, swollen, leaking around him before he even started to move. He didn’t ask. He just fucked me slow and mean, grinding through the cum still plugged in my cunt, until I was gasping into the pillow and pushing back for more.“Morning,” he said against my shoulder. “Hold still. I’m adding another one before they get here.”He reached under, rubbed my clit rough and fast, and I came with a muffled sob, clenching hard around him. He groaned, pace breaking, and buried himself to the root when he finished, pulsing hot and thick, flooding me again while he held me down and made sure I took every drop. When he pulled out it poured onto the sheet. He pushed it back in with three fingers, stuffed me full, then slapped my ass.“Clench. Shorts on. No panties. You’re answering the door like that. If it r

I felt him the second I sat down at dinner.The load he’d left in me that afternoon had leaked all evening. I’d clenched and wiped and still ended up with a damp spot in my panties and a low, constant ache. Mom asked why I was shifting in my chair. Dean answered before I could.“She’s fine. Just sore from… helping me with something.”His foot hooked my ankle under the table and stayed there. I ate with my face hot and my cunt throbbing every time I moved.They went to bed at ten. I was in my room with the lamp off when my door opened. Dean didn’t knock. He locked it behind him and looked at me in the dark.“Clothes off. Desk. Same as yesterday. You don’t get a night off because they’re home.”I stripped. The air raised goosebumps on my skin. I bent over the desk again, palms flat, legs spread. He didn’t start with the spanking this time. He dropped to his knees behind me, spread me with both hands, and licked a slow stripe through the mess still clinging to my cunt.“Still full of me,

I was already on my knees when he opened the door.Naked. Hands behind my back. Mouth open. I’d been there twenty minutes because he’d texted be ready from the shop parking lot. My knees ached. My cunt was still swollen and leaking from yesterday’s loads. Dean stepped in, locked the door, and looked at me like I was exactly where he expected.“Good. Don’t move.”He stripped his shirt, freed his cock, and stepped close. It was hard, flushed, a bead of precum at the tip. He tapped it against my tongue, then pushed in slow, feeding me inch by inch until my nose pressed his stomach and my throat fluttered around him. He held me there, one hand in my hair, the other cupping my jaw.“Shop took it. Three days minimum. That means three more days of this. Maybe more if they find extra damage. You still think borrowing it was worth it?”I couldn’t answer. He pulled back and thrust, fucking my throat in steady, deep strokes that made spit spill instantly. Tears gathered. I kept my hands behind m

SiennaThe key turned too easily.I’d told myself I was only grabbing the charger I’d left last week. Five minutes. In and out. Uncle Caleb was supposed to be at the site until six. It was four-thirty. The apartment was quiet, blinds half-drawn, his jacket on the chair like he’d just stepped out. I found the charger on the kitchen counter, shoved it in my bag, and turned to leave.The front door opened.Caleb stopped in the entryway, work boots still on, eyes moving from my face to the key still in my hand. He was forty-three, broad through the shoulders, salt just starting at his temples. My mother’s brother. The one who’d given me the spare “for emergencies only” three months ago.“Emergencies don’t usually involve my kitchen at four-thirty,” he said. His voice was calm. That made it worse. “Lock the door. Put the key on the counter. Then explain.”I locked it. The click sounded final. I set the key down and kept my bag in front of me like it could help.“I left my charger. I was ju

I sent the picture from my bathroom floor at 11:40.Legs spread. Fingers holding myself open. His cum still glossy and thick at my entrance, a string of it sliding down toward the tile. I hit send before I could overthink it. His reply came in under a minute.Good girl. Held it. 5pm. Don’t be late. And don’t clean that up before you leave tomorrow. I want to see it when you walk in.I slept in the mess. Woke up sticky. Showered only what I had to and left the rest. At 4:55 I let myself into his apartment, stripped in the kitchen, and knelt. The tile was cold. My cunt was already swollen and leaking again just from being there.He walked in at 5:02, locked the door, and stopped in front of me. Work boots. Dust on his jeans. He looked down at the shine on my inner thighs and his mouth curved.“You listened. Still carrying some of yesterday. That’s obedience.” He freed his cock, already hard, and rubbed the head across my lips. “Open. Hands behind your back. Today you earn the right to g