Romans & histoires Lewd Shorts

It hooks under the waistband of my shorts. SNIP.SNIP. The cotton shreds. The shorts fall away in tatters. I am naked.Spread-eagle.Bound. Utterly helpless. He stares at my pussy—pink, swollen, dripping with shame. “Look at that,” he sneers. “Lonely little cunt’s begging for it. Has your small-dicked husband ever made you this wet in years?” I curse him. “You bastard—get off me!” He slaps my tits, hard, while spitting a thick glob into my open mouth.

“We’ve been jerking off talking about this exact shit since we were young, might as well make it real tonight.” Cole moved in on my other side yanking my sleep shorts down in one hard pull so they caught on my hips for a second before sliding down my legs to pool at my ankles, my pussy completely bare and glistening under the harsh hallway light because I never wore panties to bed and now my swollen lips were on full display, slick and pink and dripping with how bad I needed to be fucked. “Look at that pretty little cunt already soaked and begging for cock,”

Forbidden Pleasures Twisted Guardian 7 Claimed In The Glass The next morning, the air inside the penthouse felt incredibly thick, almost like smoke that was too heavy to breathe. Leo’s promise from the night before was still hanging over me, making my heart beat fast before I even got out of bed. He stood right behind me in front of the big mirror while I got dressed for work. His hands were large and warm, and he placed them firmly on my hips, holding me in place so I couldn’t turn away. The skirt he had chosen for me from the closet was dangerously short. It was a black, tailored piece of fabric that barely reached the middle of my thighs, and every time I took a small step, the hem teased

I know he’s looking. He smiles “Look at you. Already panting and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.” His other hand slides down my side, his fingers began slipping under my shorts. He grabs my ass and pulls me against him. His cock is rock-hard now, I can feel it twitch, leaking pre-cum that soaks through his sweatpants in a dark little spot. I moan and can’t help it. The sound is so embarrassing and slutty and I don’t even care.

Then I pulled out my wardrobe, and took out a black shorts. I wore it, the phone still in my hand as I changed. I went back to my bed, spreading my legs open just as he instructed. And waited, waited because I knew Liam was outside. Waited because I knew he was surrounded by people, but this has been our play. “Now, brush off your shorts slightly and slowly slide your finger down.” I followed, and my finger went down, painfully slow, down to my sex. Removing my shorts to the side, to have enough access, my finger met my core. I gasped, at how painfully good it felt.

My thighs clamped around his waist, pulling him closer. His fingers slipped under the waistband of my shorts. No underwear. He smirked against my skin. “Slut,” he murmured. “You didn’t even bother to cover your pussy for my brother.” I gasped. “Don’t talk about him.” He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. “Why? Does thinking about him while I’m inside you make it worse?” He dropped to his knees in front of me and yanked my shorts down my legs, leaving me bare on the counter. He spread me with two fingers and stared at the mess between my thighs.

Always. A parade of long, thin legs, high firm buttocks, heels, mesh stockings, no stockings, fishnet stockings, short skirts, tight jeans, ponytails, bare breasts, transparent shirts, and light dresses. It's paradise. And, of course, there's the competitiveness, it's hard to stand out. But since I've arrived, I want to make my own mark. Today I've chosen a short, red shirt over my belly button and a pair of the shortest denim torn shorts.

Through my shorts, he rubbed slow, devastating circles that made my hips jerk. “Do you feel that?” he murmured, eyes locked on me as his touch drove me insane. “That’s your body begging for me and I want you to beg more, but not with your lips. I want your body to speak to me.” He said as he tapped my wetness lightly. His hands moved around me as he kept teasing me with shorts still on. “Luca…please,” I whimpered, trying to hold back and he tore my shorts like they were nothing. The sound of fabric ripping filled the room, and my heart thudded wildly as my body was laid bare for him.

When the show ended, Sherry's long, sexy legs shook visibly when she stood up from my lap. I licked my lips and stared, unable to help myself. The soft, light pink shorts Sherry was wearing were pushed up tightly into the crack of her ass and I could clearly make out the outline of her puffy pussy lips and even the plump little ring of her asshole! She was obviously not wearing underwear beneath those snug, soft shorts. I wanted to peel them off of her and take her on the spot. My sister shoved my shoulder playfully, and I shook my head and blinked before looking over at her. I was embarrassed to realize she had totally busted me feasting my eyes on Sherry's ass.