Semua Bab Wet,willing and forbidden(a smut collection): Bab 11 - Bab 20

Eight months had passed since my husband Don last touched me properly. Sex had become a distant memory. A quick, awkward fumble on my 53rd birthday left me frustrated and staring at the ceiling while he snored. I’m Ruth, 53 years old, living a quiet life in Penarth, just outside Cardiff. I’m five foot three with short nut-brown hair, a round friendly face, twinkling green eyes, and plump lips. I’ve gained soft curves over the years. My belly is slightly round, my hips wider, my thighs thicker. Yet my heavy DD breasts still sit proudly, full and soft, giving me a warm, sensuous look.Don barely noticed me anymore. He worked long hours, ate the meals I cooked, and fell asleep in front of the television. Everywhere I turned, sex taunted me. It made my neglected, hairy pussy throb with constant aching need.Then one warm summer morning during the school holidays, everything changed. I stood at my upstairs bedroom window in my thin flannelette nightie when I spotted their 18-year-old son,

Lila smiled seductively as she slipped out of her lace underwear, letting the damp fabric drop to the floor. Her smooth, shaved pussy glistened with arousal. She stepped toward Marcus, nuzzling her face against his broad, hairy chest. She could feel his strong heartbeat thudding under the coarse chest hair as his muscular arms enfolded her naked body. He kissed the top of her head tenderly before his large hands roamed down her shoulders and along the curve of her spine, coming to rest on the plump, firm cheeks of her ass. He squeezed possessively.Lila tilted her face upward. Marcus smiled down at her, his eyes dark with lust, and leaned in. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. She felt tiny and protected in his powerful arms as their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. The kiss grew urgent, wet, and desperate. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as she pressed her full breasts against him, her hard nipples dragging acr

The room was utterly pitch black, the old wooden house creaking softly around us like it was breathing in time with our ragged gasps. Shadows swallowed everything except the faint outline of the bed and the heat radiating between our bodies. The distant sounds of laughter and moaning from the kitchen had faded hours ago. Everyone else was lost in their own drunken haze. Diana was probably still in there, legs spread wide on the table, taking load after load from the last three guys like the eager little slut she was.But we had escaped to this small middle room with its sagging bed and no door to close. Our mouths crashed together the moment we stumbled inside, a messy, desperate kiss full of tongues sliding wetly, teeth clicking, saliva dripping down our chins. We couldn’t speak, only moan filthy encouragement into each other’s mouths as hands tore at clothes.I ripped her tight T-shirt up and over her head, then unclasped her bra with shaking fingers. Her firm, perky B-cup breasts b

I swiped my keycard with a racing heart and stepped into the elegant hotel suite. The spacious room with its king bed, plush sitting area, and luxurious bathroom was perfect. I quickly unpacked the delivered water, snacks, and alcohol, arranged everything neatly, then changed into a sheer nude-colored babydoll and matching panties that barely covered anything.A knock sounded. I opened the door to my partner, Marcus, who grinned hungrily at the sight of me.“Hi Baby,” I purred. “Come on in.”“Happy Birthday, babe,” he said, pulling me close for a deep kiss, his hands squeezing my ass. “Tonight, we’re making your fantasy real.”More knocks followed, and soon four of his college friends..jamal, Tyler, Derek, and Ryan..joined us. Their eyes darkened with lust as they looked me up and down.“Strip,” I said impatiently.The five men undressed, revealing hard, throbbing cocks. Marcus pulled me down onto my knees in front of them.“On your knees, baby. Show them how much you’ve been craving

“Hmm, I’m not sure which colour to go for today,” Aisha murmured, staring at the colour chart with mild frustration. She was tired of her usual muted nudes and wanted something bolder for once.“Why don’t you do red today?” her nail technician suggested, clearly unimpressed by her indecisiveness.Aisha wasn’t a regular at this salon. She had only stopped in because she had two hours to kill before dinner. She glanced down at the shape of her nails and wrinkled her nose. They were far too pointy.“Sorry, could you round the tips off? They’re too sharp,” she said apologetically.The technician sighed but adjusted the shape without comment. Outside, traffic hummed steadily along the road, the sound occasionally punctuated by the clatter from the garage next door.Aisha gazed out the window, hoping for a glimpse of the mechanic she’d been obsessing over for months. She told herself she hated him, yet the truth was more complicated. Since January, when he’d fixed her car and asked for her