Discord Hotwife の小説・ストーリー

Instead, I walk straight inside his cabin with my best smile. I see hotty's back, his legs on the window's frame in a relaxing posture. Suddenly I feel calm seeing him relaxing in his seat. I wonder what he looks like in sweatpants and a normal tee. I notice the moaning and panting sound engulfed in the room which is coming from hotty's phone. I look closely and see two naked bodies humping on his phone's screen. No, fucking. He is watching them having sex. He is watching P**N! IN HIS PHONE. IN HIS OFFICE! OPENLY!

I whispered, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts. He growled low in his throat and gave me what I asked for. His pace quickened, hips snapping harder, driving into me with raw intensity. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with the steady rain pounding against the windows. Sweat slicked our skin. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. “Yes… like that,” I moaned, head falling back against the sheets. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through me. Then he pushed my bra below my breasts, my breasts bounced out, bouncing with the force of his movements, I laid open to him, like a sexy, wild whore… Being his whore, even for a night… It wa

“Phoenix, you better throw a party for this. Make it drink-all-you-can!” “Agreed,” Lee chimed in. “And make it eat all you can, too!” “Don’t forget dance-all-you-can!” Tom added with a smirk. Phoenix sighed, his tone flat. “I’ll just pay Sean for his services. I’m not up for any ‘all-you-can’ nonsense.” “What about kiss-all-you-can with Atticus? You’re not into that either?” Andrei teased. Annoyed, Phoenix ended the Skype call and immediately dialed Sean’s number.

I muttered to myself, drinking from my cup. "Which of the bastards?" A lady walked towards me. "Hey" I smirked, checking her out. Her big boobs, perfect curves and huge butt. 'Damn, doggy style would be perfect' I thought. 'No, I already risked the relationship between my wife and I, I can't do it again' "A friend of mine" I replied. "Ouch, that sucks" she pouted, taking the vacant seat beside me. "So, how many bastards are on Earth?" I said, trying to start a conversation.

She froze, crossing her arms over her chest like she was protecting herself. "D-Don't you dare. Fabian is still right outside. Get out. Now!" I yanked her skirt right up to her waist, my thick hardness pressing against her most private place. "So what if he finds out? I'm not scared of him." Women like a man who takes charge. The second I got aggressive, Irene was already soaked through. Her whole body went soft and pliant under me. As it turned out, the best aphrodisiac in the world is just a little danger.

Her voice was steady. His wasn’t any different than usual when he spoke again. “You don’t have to call me that every time.” Amara blinked. “I—” She stopped herself. Regrouped. “It’s appropriate.” “For others, maybe.” He tilted his head slightly, studying her in a way that made her pulse quicken. “You’ve worked here long enough.” That didn’t make it less inappropriate. If anything, it made it more dangerous. She held his gaze for a fraction of a second too long before lowering it again.

“It’s time to get up.” Gustaf groans and flips around, hiding his face in the pillows. “Five more minutes...” I snort and am about to put down his phone, but something compels me to press on the messenger bubble. It leads to a group conversation called, “My slut of a wife—VIP subscribers chat,” and I can feel the oxygen leaving my lungs. What the fuck is this? As my eyes scan the contents of the chat, I finally realize what I am looking at.

Damn it! @Death Wish