MasukI just stood there, peeking through the crack in the door, watching Matteo stroke his cock while he moaned my name like he couldn’t help it.His hand moved faster, fist tight around the thick shaft. Precum leaked from the head and he used it to slick his strokes, thumb swiping over the sensitive tip every few pumps. The wet sound of skin on skin mixed with the video audio.On the screen the man was pounding into the younger woman now, skin slapping. She was crying out, “Yes, daddy! Fuck me like you’d fuck her… make me take every inch…”Matteo’s head tipped back against the chair. His jaw was tight, eyes half-closed but still on the screen.“Goddamn, Marie,” he muttered, voice low and filthy. “Bet that tight little pussy would feel so fucking good around me. So wet and warm for daddy’s cock. You’d take it all, wouldn’t you, baby girl? Let me stretch you open nice and slow…”My knees went weak. I had to press my hand over my mouth to stay quiet. My other hand drifted down between my leg
Soon it was time for dinner. He had put on a shirt this time, but it didn’t really hide anything. The fabric stretched tight across his chest and arms every time he moved, and I kept catching myself staring at how the buttons pulled a little when he reached for something. The food smelled amazing. He’d made pasta with this creamy sauce and grilled chicken on the side. It tasted even better than it looked.We sat across from each other at the small kitchen table. He asked me about college—how my classes were going, if I liked my professors, if I was making friends. Normal dad questions. But the way he listened, really listened, with those grey eyes on my face, made my stomach feel fluttery and my pussy clench under the table. I tried to keep my answers normal too, but my mind kept drifting back to earlier. The hug. The way he stared at my ass. The way his cock had felt hard against my belly. The way he’d called me baby girl like it meant something different now.At some point I noticed
The moment I walked into my best friend’s father’s apartment, that cologne hit me so hard I almost turned around and left. It was deep and spicy, the same one he’d worn for years, but tonight it felt different. It wrapped around me, thick and warm, and my stomach flipped so hard I had to swallow. My cheeks went hot. Lower down, between my legs, this slow, heavy throb started up that had no business being there at all.I knew I shouldn’t be here alone. Not when just breathing him in made my panties feel damp and my heart beat like I’d sprinted up every stair.“Marie? I’m in the kitchen,” his voice called out, low and rough the way it always was. It sent a shiver straight down my spine and straight to my nipples. They tightened under my thin tank top before I could stop it.I dropped my suitcase by the door and walked toward the sound on shaky legs. I kept telling myself this was fine. Sophie said it was okay. Her dad was just being nice letting me crash while she was gone. That’s all t
I opened my mouth. Ben pushed his cock past my lips and straight into my throat in one thrust. I gagged hard around him, my throat tightening. He held my head in place with both hands and started fucking my mouth, deep and steady. Every time he pushed in, my nose pressed against his stomach and I gagged again. Saliva poured out around his cock and ran down my chin onto my tits.Now I was suspended between them — Ryan holding my waist and fucking my pussy hard, Ben holding my shoulders and fucking my throat. My body rocked between them with every thrust. Ryan’s cock was stirring up all the cum inside me, making it leak out in thick globs that ran down his shaft and dripped onto the floor. Ben’s cock was stretching my throat, making wet choking sounds every time he went deep.“Fuck, look at her,” Ryan panted. He was thrusting up into me hard, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them while he fucked me. “Taking cock in both ends. Her pussy’s so full of cum it’s leaking all over m
Scott fucked me harder. His hips slapped against my ass with every thrust. His fingers pumped in and out of my ass faster, making wet, filthy noises every time they pushed the cum around. I could feel some of Ryan’s load leaking out around his fingers and running down my thighs, mixing with the fresh wetness pouring out of my pussy.Ben stroked his cock faster, breathing hard. “Look at all that mess leaking out of her. She’s dripping everywhere. Fuck, I want to see her squirt again while he’s in her.”Scott reached around with his free hand and found my clit. He rubbed it fast and rough while he kept fucking my pussy and fingering my ass. “Come for me,” he ordered. “Come on my cock while I’ve got my fingers in your sloppy ass. Show them how much you love getting both holes used.”I couldn’t hold it. The pressure built fast and hot. My pussy started clenching hard around Scott’s
Scott stayed quiet, but when I leaned over to refill his glass his hand brushed the inside of my thigh, right where the cum was dripping. He didn’t say anything, but his fingers pressed there for a second, feeling how wet and messy I was. My pussy clenched hard at the touch.I wasn’t watching the cards. My mind was spinning. My ass felt open and used, still slowly pushing out Ryan’s cum. My pussy was aching, empty, throbbing with how turned on I still was. I kept thinking about Scott — quiet Scott — and what he might do when he won. Would he want my mouth? My pussy? Would he make me ride him while the others watched?The hand went on. I kept moving, kept pouring, kept feeling their hands on me. Alex’s hand stayed on my hip a lot, squeezing like he was proud of how much of a mess I already was. Ben made more comments about my leaking ass. Ryan kept smirking like he knew exactly how full I still felt.Then Scott wo
I never thought my biggest secret would ruin me in the hottest way possible.My laptop screen glowed with that familiar pink light, the one that made my skin look like warm honey under the ring light. I was on my knees on the fluffy white rug in my bedroom, wearing nothing but a sheer black baby-do
I never thought my stepdad would actually spank me like the spoiled little brat I was—until the night he finally snapped and bent me over his knee.My phone screen glowed in the dim light of my bedroom, the ring light casting a soft pink halo over my barely-there outfit. I was live on my influencer
A dark, satisfied sound rumbled deep in his chest. “Good girl for telling Daddy the truth.”He leaned down and captured my mouth in a deep, claiming kiss before moving lower. His lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, then latched onto one nipple through the lace.
I parted my lips. He didn’t shove in right away. Instead, he rubbed the swollen head across my tongue, painting it with his taste—salty, masculine, addictive. I moaned around the thick head, eyes fluttering up to meet his. He stared down at me like I was the only thing in the world.“That’s it,” he







