Credence Couch Scene Novels & Stories

she introduced herself and then extended her hand to her. "Jenny," the young lady replied then accepted the handshake. ***** JENNY immediately surveyed her vision inside the cabin when she entered. Clear and beautiful but simple. Well, she already saw that in the picture when she booked it using a booking app. But it still feels different when you are in the very place already. She could feel the good ambiance of the place that is why she is having this feeling that it will not be difficult for her to move on. It's just a small cabin that is perfect for couples. There are a small living room and kitchen. Complete with necessary appliances and furniture. She entered and then pushed the door s

I guessed she was having the same thing as me because the cookies were too much for me to eat alone, and there were two cups of lemonade. She set it down on the coffee table and pointed to the brown duvet, "We'll be sleeping there." She pointed to the centre of the living room where plush, cream-colored sectional sofas were sprawled before. We had earlier moved all to the corner, making room for the air mattress that'd be using. I inflated the air mattress, placed the pillows on it, and pulled the duvet. I watched as Casey moved the coffee table closer to the mattress before she lay on the bed.

He turned the laptop so we both faced the screen. “What are you working on?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. He brushed my damp hair over one shoulder, lips grazing the nape of my neck. “You have to see this.” He clicked play. The screen filled with us. The living room couch, firelight flickering over bare skin. Me, sprawled back, legs open, head thrown back in a silent cry. Cassian above me, moving slow and deep, every muscle in his back flexing with each thrust. The camera angle was perfect, high and slightly to the side, catching the way my breasts bounced, the way my nails raked down his shoulders, the exact moment I shattered around him.

“But I would love to let you know that the couch is cursed.” I paused in confusion. “Cursed as in how?” “Yeah,” he began, supporting his weight by casually leaning like a log of wood against the doorframe. “Everyone who dares sleep comfortably on it ends up magically confessing things at 2 a.m. and then, sweetly making out with their former lover late in the night and early hours of the morning in front of the fire.” I bet he was making the story up to suit the occasion. “How oddly specific could that be.”

I crowd in on her left, mouth at her ear, teeth grazing the shell while my hand trails down her spine to cup the curve of her ass through the sweatpants. “You feel that, little mate?” I rasp, low and filthy. “That’s three cocks so hard they hurt. All because of one tiny whisper from that pretty mouth. You have no idea what you just started.” She shivers so violently I feel it ripple through Vincenzo’s body where he’s carrying her. We hit the living room threshold. Massive space—high ceilings, charcoal velvet drapes blocking the afternoon light, dying embers in the fireplace throwing everything in low gold and deep shadow. The sectional is long, black leather, built for exactly this kind of s

¨well if you get the password, I wouldn´t call it breaking in¨, she said in her small voice as Jeffery twisted the knob, ¨you´re not just anyone, I would never break into you house to hurt you¨, he said in a murmur. They reached the living room and his eyes wandered to the probable direction of the bedroom. Cynthia saw this and tugged at his shirt. ¨You can place me down on the couch, I´ll just rest a bit¨. She said, looking him in the eyes, Jeffery sighed. ¨its your health Cynthia, should I get you my doctor, I promise he ca-¨

he said, gesturing toward the unconscious women sprawled on the couches. Cassie frowned. “How does that concern you? We sleep here and leave in the morning.” “You could book a room,” Cedric suggested. “No.” Her answer was immediate. “It’s better here. Like this.” If any of the husbands came looking and found them in a hotel room, things would explode. But all of them together, fully clothed, clearly drunk? That told a different story. Cedric lingered a moment longer, then retreated. Cassie relaxed, exhaustion finally winning. She drifted off, only to be suddenly enveloped by a familiar scent. Clean. Expensive. Masculine.

"Then let's give your husband a real show." They moved her to the outdoor couch...the same one where Dante had first claimed her. But this time, there were two of them, and they worked with the coordination of men who'd clearly shared women before. Dante laid back on the couch, and Jessica straddled him, sinking down onto his fifteen-inch cock with a gasp of pleasure-pain that never got easier no matter how wet she was. "Fuck," she sobbed as he filled her completely. "So big...."

Rhett predicted as he lit a smoke. “Doesn’t smell like anyone died on it. Smells like grandma’s – potpourri and mothballs.” “You want to f-k on a dirty old couch which smells like your grandma?” Heath lifted an eyebrow. “Its back is facing towards the carpark, so no one can see what we’re doing if they come down,” Cameron pointed out and stretched out a hand to him. “Come and make love to me. Rhett will keep an eye out, and we’ll take turns sucking him off afterwards to say thanks.”

Instead, we cozied up on the couch and watched some sitcoms, detoxing the stress of the past week. Come Sunday, I woke up with the hardest morning wood, excited to finally get around to watching the video of Cass literally getting used like a fleshlight by Neil. I wondered how I'd react seeing it. I had heard and been close by when it happened, and even seen a picture of that vile thing across her face. But seeing it made it more real. That being said, I was truly more excited than anxious. Cassandra just emerged from the bathroom after doing her morning routine, seeing me laying in bed with an obvious tent from my cock.