บททั้งหมดของ Wild Dreams [An Erotic Collection]: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

By afternoon the air in the house hung thick with the raw, sticky scent of everything we’d done—pussy juice dried on skin, spit, sweat, and that sharp tang of repeated orgasms that refused to fade. My thighs were sticky, my clit still swollen and hypersensitive from the endless edging, every step sending a jolt straight to my core. I hated her more than ever. Hated the way she lounged on the wide bed in the master bedroom like she owned every inch of me now, completely naked, legs spread just enough to show her puffy, glistening cunt lips still pouting from earlier abuse. Those massive tits rested heavy on her ribs, nipples dark and puffy, marked with my teeth prints. She looked like a well-fucked goddess and I wanted to slap her and beg her to ruin me again in the same breath.“You look wrecked, baby girl,” she purred, voice low and smug. “And we’re not even close to finished. I invited someone over. My closest friend. She’s been dying to play with Daddy’s angry little stepdaughter.”

Chapter 2: Hands-On Tutorial The aftershocks of my orgasm still rippled through my body as I caught my breath, slumped against the vanity with my legs splayed wide. The vibrator lay discarded beside me, slick with my release, its surface gleaming under the soft lights. Jax stood there, jeans shoved down to his thighs, his thick cock twitching in the aftermath of his own climax— ropes of his hot cum streaked across my inner thigh, mixing with the mess I'd made. His chest heaved, green eyes dark with lust, fixed on my exposed pussy, still pulsing and dripping onto the floor. I licked my lips, tasting the salt of sweat, and pushed myself upright, my full breasts swaying free from the disheveled bra. The lingerie hung in tatters now, thong twisted aside, leaving me basically naked and unashamed. At 28, I'd learned to wield my body like a weapon, and tonight, with this eager newbie, I was ready to sharpen his skills. 'That was just the preview,' I purred, my voice raspy from all the scre

Nora :I’ve always gotten everything I wanted. Toys when I was little, clothes when I got older, attention whenever I snapped my fingers. Being an only child in a house that felt too big taught me early: if I pushed hard enough, the world bent. People bent. Especially men.That weekend the house echoed. Mom and Dad had left before dawn for some important meeting they couldn’t reschedule. They’d kissed my forehead, told me to behave, reminded me Marcus would stop by to “make sure everything was fine.” As if I needed checking on. As if I wasn’t already counting the hours until I could be as bad as I wanted.I waited until mid-afternoon to change. The tiny white cotton shorts that barely covered half my ass. The cropped tank so thin my nipples showed through when the light hit right. No bra. No panties. Barefoot. Hair loose and messy like I’d just rolled out of bed, even though I’d spent twenty minutes in front of the mirror getting the look exactly right.When the doorbell rang I didn’t

I arched off the bed as Marcus’s tongue dragged slowly through my soaked folds, lapping up the thick mixture of his cum and my own slickness. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room—slow, filthy slurps mixed with his low groans of satisfaction. His mouth was hot, insistent, sucking gently on my swollen clit before diving lower to push his tongue inside me, scooping out more of what he’d left behind.“Oh god… Marcus…” My voice cracked. The taste of us on his tongue when he’d kissed me earlier was still lingering in my mind, and now he was devouring it straight from the source. My thighs trembled around his head. The sheer black stockings rasped against his ears as I squeezed them tighter, the lace tops biting into my skin.He growled against my pussy, the vibration shooting straight to my core. “So fucking messy,” he murmured, pulling back just enough for me to feel his breath on my dripping sex. “You’re leaking my cum everywhere, baby. Look at this.” Two thick fingers spread me open w

I ran out of there the moment I could, and Luckily for me, he allowed me to leave.My legs were still trembling as I locked the guest room door behind me. I pressed my back against it, breathing hard, my soaked panties clinging obscenely to my swollen pussy. Uncle Richard’s tongue on my inner thighs kept replaying in my mind—the wet heat, the way he had spread me open like he owned me. I was ashamed of how much I liked it. I was supposed to be the shy, good girl. The composed one. Yet my clit was still throbbing, begging for more of what I knew I shouldn’t want.I quickly changed into a fresh sundress—light yellow, modest neckline, but still hugging my heavy breasts and wide hips. I tried to calm my racing heart before heading downstairs.Aunt Margaret had returned from the mall, bags on the counter. “Cassandra, the boys need to be picked up in twenty minutes. Hurry and Go get them” She hissed. “Yes, aunty Margaret.” I replied. “Hold on.” His voice stopped me halfway to the door. Wh