Credence Couch Scene の小説・ストーリー

he asked, his gaze searching hers. The woman nodded toward a worn couch against the wall, directly facing the silent TV. "Take out the seats," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's inside, stashed in a corner." Silently, Lucas approached the couch, each step measured, his heart pounding in anticipation. He removed the cushions, revealing a hidden compartment. His fingers brushed against a dusty paper bag, and he pulled it out gently, setting it on the coffee table before carefully emptying its contents.

Perhaps it was because the room had been sound-proof a little too well. Crista had enough of waiting that she finally decided to open the door herself. What she saw inside appalled her. On the couch were a man and woman who had no shirts. Not only that, there were also several men who were standing beside the two. The instant she saw the scene, she knew at once that she had to leave. Unfortunately, she was too slow that two men from inside were able to grab her. Someone closed the door, and the whole room became as quiet as a church, totally impervious to the noise outside.

(Marcus’s POV) We were in the living room again. The same damn couch where it had all started weeks ago, now our favorite spot for these risky midday fucks whenever Bianca was supposed to be at work. Beverley was bent over the armrest, her tight little shorts pulled down around her ankles, her perfect ass presented to me like an offering. My cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her slick pussy as I fucked her hard from behind. Each powerful thrust made her ass jiggle deliciously, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the empty house.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

“There were women topless. Red lights. I remember thinking I’d stepped into the wrong world.” Kade’s posture shifts—alert now. “I chased her into the back hallway,” I say quietly. “Purple curtains. Little rooms. People everywhere.” I huff out a breath. “I was mortified.” Vex’s thumb starts a slow, steady rhythm against my back. “I found an empty room at the end. Champagne on the table. Red lights.” My grip on the mug loosens. “I was calling an Uber when a man spoke behind me.” The air changes.

Jarrod pulled her off, making her lay back across the arm of the couch. All at once she was again filled to the limit, while she held onto the couch for dear life. Hands gripped onto her hips as brutal thrusts pounded into her without mercy. Her crying moaning screams filled the room as Jenson kicked the small table across the room that sat at the arm of the couch she lay over and stepped up in front of her flushed face with his huge dick in his hand staring down at her with lustful determination. He grasped onto her long hair, his eyes dark as midnight. He held her head still that moved forth everytime Jarrod lurched his hips forward into her sex knocking the breath outta her.

I winked and grabbing her hands, I began to lead her shaky legs to one of the couches in the room. “Stay here.” I commanded, and she nodded once. Closing the suite's curtains and ensuring the lights were dimmed, I placed some cool fragrance everywhere. Then I put on a slow music in the large home theater, quickly creating my ideal fuck scene. In seconds I was done and taking off my shirt, I sat down on the couch opposite her. Silence descending between us, I stared at her closed thighs while she stared at my bare chest, and we said nothing for some time.

Hell, I didn't even know any of my internal organs were capable of causing blood and a reaction that fast as I wanted to leap onto him like he was some stunning wall built out of velvet and bricks. We were now on the floor, directly beneath the couch. Kim was passed out completely on the cushions above us, snoring gently like a baby, and Creed was hugging his knees to his chest. We were quiet. Warm. Uncomfortable. Cozy. All of it. I turned to him slowly, not certain yet that he was there, that he'd come so far, that I was looking at him in the dim light of my apartment and not in a memory, or on a billboard. This was real. This was happening.

Bode stepped forward, falling searingly on the single couch in sight. The room which was both the living room as well as the bedroom was quite large with kegs of different color neatly arranged behind the door and a cup placed downwards on a medium-sized drum and a rug roughly placed - a weary bed stationed at the end of the room. Two plastic chairs were beside a forlorn table with tins of milk scattered on it, a large sack leaning against its legs with bowls containing different spices laying beside it. Two traveling bags peeped behind the raised curtain as sunrays peered through the windowbinds. Bode stretched his bare legs across the rug, glaring hard at the standing lady.