LOGINāSophia, youāve been quiet all morning. Whatās going on in that head of yours?ā Victor asked, his voice low as he handed her a fresh cup of coffee on the balcony.She took the mug, avoiding his eyes. āNothing. Just tired. Mark had a rough night again. Kept waking up.āVictor sat down across from her, his sweatpants riding low. The morning sun highlighted the stubble on his jaw. āHeās improving though. He ate more breakfast today. Said he might even try walking around the room later.āāYeah, thatās good,ā Sophia replied, sipping the hot coffee. āHe told me to go enjoy the pool or something. Didnāt want me stuck inside all day like yesterday..āVictor leaned forward, elbows on the table. āSmart man. So what are we doing? Going to the pool? Beach? Or you want me to take you into town for a bit?āShe set the cup down hard. āVictor, last night⦠we almost kissed. With my husband literally ten feet away. That canāt happen again.āHe didnāt blink. āBut it almost did. And you didnāt stop me. Y
āMorning. Howās the patient?ā Victorās deep voice was heard from the balcony as Sophia stepped out of the bedroom, rubbing sleep from her eyes.She pulled her thin robe tighter around her body. āStill sleeping. He woke up once around three for more meds, but he looks a bit better. Thanks for the water you left out last night.āVictor sat at the small balcony table with a cup of coffee, wearing the same black t-shirt from yesterday and gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair was messy from the couch. āGood. I ordered breakfast while you were asleep. Figured youād be hungry after yesterday. Eggs, fruit, toast. Come eat before it gets cold.āSophia sat down across from him, the ocean sparkling bright blue behind him. āYou didnāt have to do that. I couldāve handled it.āāYeah, well, Iām here so you donāt have to handle everything alone,ā Victor said, pushing a plate toward her. āMarkās lucky. Most new husbands would be panicking. Youāre holding it together.āShe took a bite of
āSophia? You in there? Open up, itās Victor.āSophia felt her heart skip, with a damp cloth in her hand, then hurried to the door of the honeymoon suite. She cracked it open, and there he was, Markās older brother, looking travel-worn in a black t-shirt and jeans, duffel bag slung over one shoulder.āVictor? What are you doing here?ā she asked, keeping her voice low. āMark didnāt say anything about you coming.āVictor raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling. āYeah, well, he called Mom this afternoon sounding like death. She panicked and basically ordered me to get on the next flight. She said somebody needed to make sure you two didnāt waste the whole expensive honeymoon. You gonna let me in or what?āShe stepped aside quickly. āSorry, come in. Heās sleeping right now. The doctor said itās just a bad stomach bug, but heās been throwing up most of the day.āVictor walked past her, his arm brushing hers. He dropped the bag by the couch and glanced toward the king bed where Mark lay c
Lila returned to the office the next day with a secret burning inside her. The trip with Julian had changed everything. She could still feel him inside her, his cum leaking from her pussy as they drove back. She sat at her desk, trying to focus on her emails, but her mind kept drifting to the hotel room, to the way he had fucked her on the table, on the bed, against the wall.Julian walked past her desk in the morning. He looked professional in his suit, but his eyes lingered on her a second too long. āGood morning, Lila. How was the rest of your trip?āāGood,ā she said, her voice steady. āProductive.āHe smiled slightly. āWe should review the notes later. In my office at 4 PM.āLila nodded. āOkay.āThat day, every time she saw Julian in the hallway or in a meeting, her body reacted. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy grew wet. She crossed her legs under her desk, trying to ignore it.At 4 PM, she walked into his office. Julian closed the door and locked it. He pulled the blinds down.āC
Lila woke up the next morning to the sound of Julianās breathing. She was lying in his arms, her naked body pressed against his. The hotel room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Julianās hand rested on her waist, warm and heavy. His cum was still leaking from her pussy onto the sheets.She lay there for a moment, feeling the weight of what they had done. Her body ached in the best way. Her nipples were still sensitive from his mouth. Her pussy felt swollen and used. She had never been fucked like that before.Julian stirred behind her. His hand slid up to cup her breast. He squeezed it gently, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple.āGood morning,ā he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.Lila shivered at his touch. āMorning.āHe kissed her neck, his lips soft and warm. āLast night was incredible. You felt so good.āLila turned in his arms to face him. āIt was. But we have the meeting today. We have to be professional.āJulian smiled and kissed her. His hand s
Lila stood beside Julian at the front desk, her bag hanging from her shoulder. The receptionist smiled politely as she checked the computer.āI am sorry,ā the receptionist said. āWe only have one room left, though with two beds. The conference has the hotel fully booked.āLila felt her stomach drop. She glanced at Julian. He looked calm, but his jaw was tight.āWe will take it,ā Julian said. He handed over his credit card.The receptionist gave them the key cards. āRoom 412. Have a good stay.āThey walked to the elevator in silence. The hallway was quiet. The elevator doors closed, and they stood side by side. The small space felt even smaller now.The elevator dinged on the fourth floor. They walked down the hallway. Julian opened the door to room 412. And they walked in.Lila stood in the hotel room, her bag still on the floor. The single room with two beds felt smaller than it should. Julian closed the door behind them and locked it. The sound of the lock clicking made Lilaās hear
Isolde was lost in a haze of overwhelming pleasure. The thick cock thrusting deep into her cum-filled pussy from behind made wet, filthy squelching sounds with every powerful stroke. Her heavy breasts swung heavily as she was fucked, her hard nipples brushing against the third manās thighs while sh
Isoldeās legs trembled as the man on his knees continued devouring her pussy with slow, deliberate licks. His warm, wet tongue dragged from her dripping entrance up to her swollen clit, then circled the sensitive nub with perfect pressure. Every stroke sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her b
Isolde stood frozen just inside the suite, her heart hammering against her ribs as the strangerās words hung heavy in the air between them. His warm breath brushed against her ear, sending shivers racing down her spine. She could smell his cologne. The scent was deep, woody, and masculine. And it m
They lay on the kitchen floor for almost twenty minutes, catching their breath. Serenaās pussy continued leaking Liamās thick cum onto the tiles in slow, sticky drips. She traced lazy circles on his chest with her finger, her heavy breasts pressed against his side.āI still canāt believe Iām doing







