Credence Couch Scene Novels & Stories

But the second picture? My breath died in my lungs. It was an explicit, cctv footage image taken through the glass windows of the library. There were no masks. It was a perfectly lit, undeniable shot of my bare skin, my flushed face, and our tangled limbs exposed on the leather couch as Adrian pinned me beneath him. I looked up, my eyes darting between the smug expressions on Damian and Lucia’s faces. They did this.

The couch creaked but Alessa held on to its edge. Her knees dug into the uneven fabric and her nails into the intricate wooden design on the side. The couch moved and scratched to the rhythm Kyle set as he moved in and out of Alessa. He moaned, and so did Alessa when he pushed in deeper, and then pulled out. Liquid filled her. They both fall down in exhaustion.

A large, plush couch sat in the center of the room, facing a small fireplace that crackled with a low, inviting flame. "Wow," Chad breathed, taking in the intimate, homey atmosphere. "This is amazing." Cassandra beamed, delighted by his reaction. "I'm so glad you like it," she said, crossing over to a small bar cart in the corner. "Can I get you a drink?" Chad nodded, sinking down onto the couch with a contented sigh. "That would be perfect." Cassandra mixed up two cocktails - a dirty martini for herself and a whiskey neat for Chad. She handed him his glass, curling up beside him on the couch as she sipped hers.

he said. She sat on the couch. The coffee was good. He sat at the other end of the couch — not the careful-distance end, not pressed against the armrest, just the natural end, the way two people sat when they had stopped performing casualness and were just being somewhere together. Biscuit had materialized from wherever Nathan had left her — apparently she had standing access to 3B through a complicated arrangement Caleb described only as it evolved — and was asleep between them, which solved several spatial questions.

I said, shifting uncomfortably on the couch between my stepbrothers, Victor and Vincent, as the scene on the TV unfolded into something straight out of a p**n flick, with the actress moaning loud while the guy on screen pounded into her from behind, their bodies slapping together in explicit detail that filled the living room with those wet, rhythmic sounds. Victor, on my left, chuckled low in his throat, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch behind me, his fingers brushing my shoulder every now and then, while Vincent, on my right, just stared at the screen with that intense look he always got when something caught his interest, his knee pressing a little too close to mine. We

We didn’t want to risk staying at a hotel and Caroline thinking that we were doing stuff with other women. Lucien stays in a one bedroom apartment. He offered to let us sleep in his bed, but we had declined. We didn’t think we would even sleep. Instead, we agreed to take turns laying down on the couch. It wasn’t the most comfortable. But we also didn’t trust Lucien one hundred percent. He looked like he wanted to kill us the entire way here. “Yeah, go ahead man.” Nick says, standing up and taking a seat in the armchair. I take the couch and put the cover over myself.

Cole winks at me before they leave the room. I lay panting furiously with the cum leaking out of me onto the couch and sweat covering my body. What just happened?

“Couch. Both of you. Asses up.” They scrambled onto the massive sectional, knees sinking into the buttery leather. Two perfect asses presented to us—smooth, tight, already glistening because someone had clearly prepped them. Kane produced a bottle of lube from the side table—always prepared—and squirted it generously over both holes. I watched as Victor stepped up first, pressing the fat head of his cock against Liam’s pink rim. One brutal push and he sank in halfway. Liam cried out, back arching, but pushed back for more.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I should turn around. Should go back outside and wait until they're done. Should do literally anything other than what I actually do, which is walk further into the house like a complete idiot. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The living room comes into view. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And I see everything. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Jace is on the couch, completely naked, his tattooed body glistening with sweat. His muscles flex and ripple with every movement — his abs clenching, his thick thighs tensed, his arms bulging as he grips the woman's hips. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I grumbled. “I looked forward to it.” I sighed. He was massaging my neck down to my back. “I'm sorry my baby. We can do the scene after it. Get you full, eh?” He said pressing kisses all over my face. “What's the scene?” I asked. “Naked on the couch.” He replied, nibbling my ears