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And my mother, that's a story for another time. None of it is enough. The daylight jobs are a joke. That’s why I’m here. The bass of the club is a physical weight, thumping against my ribs like a second heartbeat. The Velvet Room is a seedy pit of sweat and lust, the air thick with the smell of expensive cologne, cheap perfume, and the sharp, musky tang of sex. It’s a sex club, a place where inhibitions are checked at the door along with the cover charge. I adjust the silk mask covering my eyes, the only shield I have against the depravity around me. My outfit is barely there—a black latex bodysuit that hugs my curves like a second skin, cut high on my thighs and plunging deep at the chest t

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

Before getting married, Mom and Winston signed a prenup stating that she would never have children with him. She wanted nothing distracting them from their private world as a couple. Winston was a gym trainer making only a few hundred dollars a month, but he was lucky to meet Mom not long after starting the job. Armed with his eight-pack abs and smooth tongue, he succeeded in sweeping her off her feet. Just three days after Dad's funeral, Mom dragged Winston into the city hall to marry him.

They sort of had a psychic connection. “Mom!” Juliette cried, “I am so glad that we are getting together tonight. It has been way too long!” “Honey, I couldn’t agree more. You’ve been working so hard that you haven’t had a second for anything else.” “So much has been happening…” Juliette started, but her mother interrupted. “I know! So much has been happening. Martin and I went to Hawaii, you know…Remember that man I am dating?” “Yes, yes, I remember.” Juliette wondered how her mother could possibly think she might have forgotten the one and only man her mother had ever dated. They’d met a few months ago, and Juliette could tell that he made her mother happy.

He did not move. "He sees you," Julian growled. "He sees your tits. He sees my cock inside you. He sees how much you love it." I moaned. I did not care. Let him watch. Let him see that I really was a slut. Lying that I needed the money to save my mother when all I wanted was to be fucked down badly.. Julian reached around. His fingers found my clit. Pinched. Rolled. Circled. "I am going to come," I said.

Our bodies moved together, me grinding on Jake’s face while Sarah fucked his cock. I reached down and rubbed Sarah’s clit as she rode him. “You look so hot taking his cock, Mom. Your pussy is creaming all over him.” She moaned louder, bouncing faster. “He feels so good, baby. So much thicker than I imagined. Touch me more—make Mommy cum on your stepbrother’s dick.” I rubbed her clit furiously while we made out. Jake’s tongue was magic beneath me—lapping at my clit, sucking my lips, occasionally dipping to my asshole. The vibrations of his groans as Sarah rode him pushed me toward another orgasm.

"He's very open minded. He and mom haven't been together since he came out. I already spoke to him about it. He'd like to watch part of it. Being with a well hung stud is actually one of mom's fantasies." "You're okay with this?" "Remember when I told you we're touchy, feely, and open minded?" "Yeah." "We're really touchy, feely and open minded." "You have family sex?" "Mom and I do. I don't do Dick or get naked in front of him."

C66 – ONLY YOU. The sun was just beginning to paint the sky when Camille woke with a muffled moan. Something hot and wet was working between her legs with an insistence that made her arch immediately. Opening her eyes, she saw Stefan completely submerged between her thighs—his muscular arms pinning her to the mattress as he devoured her cunt, still sensitive from the night before. "Stefan…" her voice came out broken, her hands gripping the sheets. He didn't answer.

“How dare you bring this slut into our home? She’s Damian Holt’s girl, and you’re sleeping with her? Do you want to start a war?! Are you trying to ruin us?!” His mom jumped in next, a sleek woman with a severe bob and a silk dress. “You seduced our son? Really?” she snapped at me. “You're already Holt's girlfriend, and you're spreading your legs for Wesley? Do you think Damian will let our family breathe once he finds out? That son of a bitch doesn’t share. And you think sleeping with Wesley will end well for you?” I clutched my cheek and tried to steady my voice. “I’m not Damian’s anymore. We broke up. I’m not cheating.”

It was a text from an unknown number, but I needed no one to tell me who it was. "We need to talk. Call me when you're ready.” I sent a message to Celine telling her I needed her. I sat across from Celine at a café, my hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Celine's eyes were wide with disbelief as she whispered, "You slept with your mom's boyfriend?" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Keep your voice down!" Celine leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry, but this is insane. Start from the beginning."