Plush Couch

Only a quick touch and it made me groan, she was soaked. Her face just turned redded, but as my fingers rested against her thigh, she exhaled and parted her legs a little bit for me. Cade made his way to the back of the couch and then motioned her to walk forward to it, and the fact that she didn't hesitate had my own pants tightening. ------- As Elijah approached it to my clit I squirmed a bit under his hold, but when he didn't move it where I needed it I whined. "Please" I choked out, so incredibly pent up it didn't cross my mind that I was beging complete strangers to make me cum in front of them. --- Three men in need of a submissive, and a woman in need of peace of mind and some organization in her life. After having witnessed a murder, Riley keeps seeing the men anywhere, even after having been forced to think she had just hallucinated it. Encounter encounter encounter she starts realizing that maybe she is falling in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, except instead of one cat, there is three. And very hungry.

After returning from my business trip, I saw my wife lying on the couch in an alluring position. I initially thought it was a surprise, but the next moment, I spotted a hidden camera in the corner of the TV cabinet. It turned out that my wife had been secretly...

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.