LOGINPOV: Toni..I was breathless, and my heart was pounding with anticipation as she kissed her way down my chest and over my stomach as her hands slid my bikini down my hips. I could feel the wetness between my folds increasing, and I was desperate to feel her touch down there.She raised and pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue pushing between my lips, exploring and teasing. Her other hand snaked down my body, and I gasped when her fingers slid between my slick folds and up to my clit. I kissed her, moaning into her mouth as she strummed my thumb over it in rhythmic circles and worked her finger in and out of my folds. Before long, I was moving my hips and grinding against her hand, and when she brought her mouth back to my breasts, I was at the edge of an orgasm. Tiffany must have sensed it, and abruptly stopped and pulled her hand away from my now drenched pussy. She smiled a devilish grin as she licked her glistening finger.“You taste absolutely de
POV: Toni..I had never been with a woman or really even considered it. To be honest, my sexual experiences were limited to just a few drunken one-night stands in college. I had never even had an orgasm with a partner, and after those encounters, I had decided it was just easier to pleasure myself. That was until I met Tiffany. I had never thought I would be attracted to a woman, but Tiffany was gorgeous and exuded sexual energy.We met at a party thrown by a mutual friend. I was mesmerized the minute she walked in. From her fiery red hair, porcelain skin, pouty lips, and voluptuous hourglass figure. She turned every head as she walked across the patio in her tight cut-off denim shorts and black tank top. I was at a complete loss for words when she approached me and introduced herself as she poured a drink.I felt very self-conscious of my petite tomboy figure as we made small talk. I was a college gymnast and had the typical tight-toned body frame that was necessary to excel in th
POV: Third person..He moved down her body with a slow, worshipful patience that made her shiver. He kissed the valley between her breasts, her ribcage, her toned stomach. He nuzzled the blonde curls at the junction of her thighs, breathing her in. She was already soaked, her arousal slick and hot.“Daddy…” she moaned, the word a plea.He didn’t make her wait. He spread her legs wider, his hands on her inner thighs, and lowered his mouth to her. The first touch of his tongue was a lightning bolt. A soft, flat lick from her opening all the way up to her clit. She arched off the bed with a sharp cry. He did it again, slower this time, savoring her. Then he focused on her clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue, flicking it gently. Pleasure, white-hot and relentless, began to coil deep in her belly.“Oh, god… yes…” she babbled, her hands fisting in the sheets.He ate her pussy with a single-minded devotion that shattered her. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving inside her,
POV: Third person..She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might break. She met his gaze, her own filled with a confusing mix of innocence and desire.“I was just kissing it better, Daddy.”The silence stretched between them, thick and electric, broken only by the ragged sound of their breathing. He stared at her, her expression shifting from shock to something more complex, a deep, searching intensity. Katrina stayed on her knees, the taste of him still on her tongue.“Why did you do that?” he repeated, his voice lower now, rough with spent passion and something else, curiosity.Katrina swallowed, her throat working around the lingering sensation of him. She looked down at his lap, at his cock, still glistening from her mouth, now softening against his thigh. The bruises stood out in stark contrast. She felt a fresh wave of guilt, but it was drowned out by a surge of defiant honesty. The secret was out. There was no taking it back
POV: Third person..Even swollen and bruised, it was magnificent. Thick and long, resting heavily against his leg. The head was a darker, angry red, and a fine trail of dark hair led from his navel down to the base.Her breath caught. Her panties were instantly damp. She leaned in, her remorse and her desire twisting together into a single purpose.I’ll just kiss it. Just once. To make it better.She bent lower, her ponytail falling over her shoulder. She pressed her lips together and, with the utmost tenderness, placed a soft, closed-mouth kiss on the very tip of his swollen head.She froze, watching his face. He didn’t stir. His breathing remained deep and even.With more boldness, she did it again. A second peck, a little lower, on the shaft. The skin was hot, surprisingly soft. A third kiss, on the other side. Then, almost without thinking, her tongue darted out, a quick lick along a particularly dark patch of bruising. She tasted salt and skin and something uniquely, essential
POV: Third person..The hot afternoon sun shone down on the perfectly cut lawn, making the whole backyard a bright shade of green. The only sounds were the rhythmic sound of a softball hitting leather and the occasional grunt of efforts to catch it.Katrina, with her blonde ponytail sticking to the damp skin of her neck, wound up for another pitch. Her focus was great, her form a product of ten years of meticulous coaching.Twenty feet away, her step-father sat on an upside-down bucket wearing catcher's gear. The mask hid his face, but she knew his eyes were locked on her, analyzing every shift of her weight, and every flick of her wrist.“Remember, Kitten,” his voice echoed slightly from behind the mask. “It’s in the snap. Don’t guide it. Let it fly.”She nodded, her tongue poking out in concentration. This was their ritual, every Sunday when the weather allowed. She went into her motion, leg lifting, arm whipping around in a perfect circle. This one was her masterpiece, a nasty
POV: Anna..“Relax, handsome,” I whispered, voice all husky and dripping with sin as I pressed my painted lips right against the massive bulge. “You paid for the full experience. Let Red make you feel really good tonight.”His breath caught hard. Those strict green eyes widened, dark with raw lus
POV: Liam..We scrambled like we’d been caught robbing a bank. I yanked my shorts up so fast the waistband slapped hard against my hips. Ethan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, my spit and pre-cum still shining on his swollen lips, then shoved his glasses back on crooked. My dick stayed
POV: Jenna..“What the heck is going on, Jenna?” Jackson demanded, twisting against the rope cutting into his wrists, his breathing ragged. “Who is this guy? Are you… gosh, are you cheating on me?”I stared at him, still trying to wrap my head around everything.“I swear to God, if you’re cheatin
POV: JennaThe first thing I felt was the rope biting my wrists, pulling my arms tight above my head. My legs were spread wide apart, tied to something cold, the cool air brushing against my skin, instantly covering me in goosebumps.Where was I?My head felt heavy and painful, like someone had hit







