Guilty Pleasures Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Did you fuck her?" My best friend, Anthony, asked me on the phone. "Did you fuck Amber?" I smirked to myself as I walked home late Saturday night from Amber's house. My best friend knew how I got down. Sleeping with multiple women was my specialty and that evening, Amber was my next client.She said she wanted to Netflix and Chill with me and that's exactly what we did. I shoved my right hand into my pocket while my left hand held the Samsung Galaxy S10 to my ear.

"If you won't do it then I will i said and before he could finish saying 'wait?' I sat on his dick, i morned and he mourned at the same time. There was an explosion inside my head, his dick was so hard, so hard i wondered why he wouldn't fuck me. I continued to ride him as balls of pleasure keep bursting in my head, i mourned so loud. His dick is the sweetest dick i ever tasted, it is also the warmest, his dick is both long and thick and so firm, gosh, I can sleep on this dick, I can do this all night, a rush of pleasure keeps going through my body as i rode him and as she hears him mourn. (For Dave) i felt like i was in another world following the magical explosion of pleasure i got the sec

Slightly 18+ Rain I can’t forget it. It keeps playing in my mind like a movie stuck on repeat. That scene—it replays over and over, awakening something inside me, something new, something raw. It’s a strange feeling, unfamiliar yet intoxicating. But at the same time, there’s this nagging thought—a whisper that something isn’t right.

The realization terrifies and thrills me. He fucks me relentlessly over the desk. The chain tugs my aching nipples with every thrust. His heavy balls slap against my clit. Footsteps pass right outside the door. Someone laughs in the hallway. The danger only makes me wetter, and hungrier. “Greedy fucking whore,” he snarls, reaching around to rub my swollen clit roughly. “I’m blackmailing you and you’re moaning like a bitch in heat. What does that say about you?” “It says I’m yours, sir,” I sob. “It says you can use me however you want.”

I was right there. One more stroke. One more suck. One more damn moan from his throat and I was going to— But Rafael pulled off, pulling my boxers back up. “What the fuck,” I gasped, nearly swerving. “What the actual fuck, Rafael?!” He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, smug as ever. His lips were swollen. Glossy. Sin made flesh. “You looked too close,” he said lazily, voice all silk and sin, settling back against the seat like he didn’t just almost make me crash. “Can’t let you finish that fast, Freddy. Where’s the fun in that?”

That kind of thing. But what I feel right now. Ultimate pleasure I don't ever expect it feels like. I thought of my foster father. Of the disgust. Of the fear. This wasn’t like that. Not even close. If this is what pleasure is supposed to feel like, then screw all the shame. Screw the guilt. Screw anyone who tried to steal this from me before. For the first time in my life, I wanted to live inside this feeling. Not for him. But for me. ---

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

Very slowly. From my exposed thighs…to my nipples visible beneath the transparent lace. His mouth curved into a dangerous smirk as he closed the door behind him. “Look at you,” he said quietly, voice rough with amusement and hunger. He stepped closer. “Parting your legs for me instead of your husband.” "Fuck." I whispered. "If that's what you want boss." His voice sent a chill from my spine to my lower back. My pussy tightened as he walked closer to the bed. "Let's play a game." He mumbled. "I'll be the driver...and you'll be the maid."

Beware of explicit raw words, do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ INTRO : She came to steal from him. And he wanted ws to fuck her and make her scream on his cock. ---------------------------------------------- GOLDEN'S POV All my life, I have always been a thief. That was who I am and I'm not ashamed of calling myself one. Except nobody knows me for that. On the surface, I'm a hot chick every man wants to taste. And while in their space. I take from them.