Credence Couch Scene Novels & Stories

Already he could feel himself getting excited, his body ready for the marathon of flesh ahead. Upon looking up he found Cressa standing a few feet away. Her shapely hips were more pronounced than ever thanks to her nakedness, the shift she had worn in a pool at her feet. Blue-gray eyes met his as he motioned for her to come forward. Leaning against the four poster bed behind him he watched as her bountiful breasts shook in the short walk to him. Right as she reached him he gripped her hips and spun her around and shoving her on the bed facedown. She squealed in surprise while he spread her meaty thighs apart to bury his cock in her pussy.

"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.

he replies, finishing his whiskey. "You fucked his sister?" I just ask in return with raised eyebrows. My eyes go to the black leather couches again. How many women have been on those couches? Richard did say they could hear them sometimes. Jace shifts uncomfortably. “Yeah, I did… Not my proudest moment,” he admits after a pause, eyeing the couches too. Then he turns to me. “I don’t suppose you want to sit down?” They look clean, but I’m sure if we had a blacklight, they’d be glowing.

Rhett freed his own cock and used the jacob’s ladder against Cameron’s cock, his jeans sagging to reveal the top curve of his arse cheeks and the clench as he ground himself into Cameron. “Fuck,” Heath laughed under his breath and crossed to lock the door. “You two are incorrigible,” he told them as he searched the armchair, turning it over to see if the lining beneath had been opened to create a hiding place. “Anyone could walk in here and find you fucking on August’s couch.” “Couldn’t leave our puppy hanging,” Rhett’s teeth flashed in a wicked grin over his shoulder. “You could join us.” “Nah, I want to find out what August has been up to,” Heath riffled through the kitchen cabinets before

When James pulled his slimy cock out of his mother's mouth after the second full-depth throat-poke, she caught her breath and replied to her friend, "I don't know about you, but my knees are getting sore. Let's move this party into the living room. I've got something I've always wanted to try." For the best view of the TV, Darlene's couch was situated with about three feet of space between it and the wall behind it. As the naked group walked into the room, Darlene said, "Brian and Tony, you go behind the couch. Steve and James, you stay out here behind Cheryl and me." It didn't take much imagination for the boys or Cheryl to figure out what Darlene was setting up.

The door to our apartment where only I and he knew the passcode. My legs felt numb over me. I typed in the rest of the passcode with shaky fingers, my disbelief mixing in with the heavy weight of dread. No. This couldn't be happening. I opened the doors and my heart sank under the weight, shattering completely. On our couch, the same couch we used to cuddle, watch movies and make love in, he sat with his shirt unbuttoned, his pants rucked down to his knees. And on his lap a naked woman moaned, bouncing fervently.

The room was otherwise empty, sterile, waiting. Marcus’s face appeared on the screen the moment they entered, smiling from a comfortable couch in what looked like Cedric’s own living room back in Te Anau. Lily sat beside him, pale but unharmed. Mia was on the other side, eyes wide with fear. Elena stood in the background, her expression unreadable. Marcus raised a mug of coffee, Cedric’s favorite mug, in a mock toast. “Hello, Cedric. Nice bunker, isn’t it? I had it built just for you.”

I delete the thread. When I walk into my house, Craig is asleep on the couch with the TV on. He didn’t make it to bed. I make it to my bedroom, and lie back. I don’t bother to wash off the loads of cum inside me. I want to feel it till the next morning.