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SEX STARVED HOUSEWIFE & HER STEPSON _____________________ Sabrina My thighs moved against each other, rubbing my sensitive clit and a moan almost slipped past my lips. I was so damn horny. Probably shouldn't have read that spicy book my best friend, Sloane, recommended last week but I was bored. And the sex scenes had been filthy, dirty—god, I wanted that for myself. It’s been months since Graham touched me and over three years since I've last had pleasurable sex.

“We… we can’t…” But she didn’t stop me. I pushed two fingers between her legs and found her absolutely soaked. “Oh my God,” I moaned. “You’re dripping for me, Mrs. Harrington. Your perfect rich pussy is soaking wet for a teenage girl.” I rubbed her swollen clit in slow circles while kissing her neck. Elena’s head fell back, soft gasps escaping her lips. “This is wrong,” she whimpered, even as her hips started rocking against my hand. “My husband… oh fuck—”

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

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I can't resist them even if I wanted to but this session with him would be the last one. Maxwell nudged my thighs with his legs in an attempt to widen them. I understood the assignment and obeyed immediately. Sliding his hands into my panties without having to pull down my sleeping pants, he first covered my clit with his palm. The heat sent me spiraling and I leaned in for more, oblivious to the fact that we were standing outside my room and could be caught at any moment. “Fuckk. Please give me more, Maxwell.” I pleaded desperately like a slut. With a low whimper, I started moving my hips in a slow circle. Head thrown back and eyes shut tight due to ecstasy.

He fucked her hard and fast, one hand reaching down to rub her clit. “Come for me again,” he growled. “Let the whole island hear how much you love young cock.” Victoria shattered for the third time, her pussy pulsing around him. Jax followed moments later, burying himself deep and filling her with thick, hot spurts of cum. They lay together in the sand, breathing hard, bodies glistening with sweat and oil. Jax kissed her neck softly. “That was just the beginning,” he murmured. “We still have twenty-six more days.”

His cock hit my prostate with every deep thrust. “Gonna fill you up again,” he growled. “Gonna pump so much cum into this hole that it will still be leaking when you write your fucking story.” The words sent me over. I came hard, shooting thick ropes between us while my hole clenched tight around his cock. Jax roared and buried himself to the balls. His cock swelled and pulsed as he unloaded — thick, hot loads flooding me over and over. He kept thrusting through it, grinding every drop deep.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

His entire body shook as he came, shooting a massive, boiling hot load of cum deep inside me, filling my tight pussy to the very brim. He collapsed on top of me, his heavy chest heaving as he held me tight against the mattress. We stayed like that for a long time, the quiet returning to the room. The sin was turning into something much bigger, and as I felt his warm cum leaking out of me, I knew I was never going back to my old life again.