All Chapters of SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Kess.The chant was loud enough to make my ears ring. They stomped their bare feet against the dirt in time with our names. In the very center of the arena, a massive bonfire was burning. The flames shot high into the dark sky, crackling loudly and casting a bright, orange, flickering light across the sea of bare, sweaty bodies. Right next to the fire sat the..Chief. He was sitting on a large wooden throne, his large, naked legs spread wide, looking like a king in his element. Jessica, the short-haired girl from the morning, was sitting on a low stool beside his knee, her bare hip resting against his thigh.The Chief waved his large hand, silencing the chanting crowd with a single gesture. "Come forward, our guests! Come and sit!"The two guides led us through the crowd of naked villagers. As we passed them, the heavy scent of sweet nut oil, burning wood, and raw human sweat filled my nose. My skin began to feel warm, and down below, a familiar, shameful heat started to pool betwe

Kess The white palm juice was cold and warm. Jason picked up the first wooden bowl, his hands shaking. He lifted it to his lips and began to drink. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. The liquid was sweet, but it had a sharp, burning kick that tasted like pure alcohol. The entire crowd of naked villagers began to stomp their feet. "JASON! JASON! JASON!" they chanted, their deep voices vibrating through the floor. Jason finished the first bowl, his face turning a deep, bright red. He gasped for air, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and immediately dipped the bowl back into the massive three-gallon jar. He started on the second bowl. But by the third bowl, his throat slowed down. His breath came in short, painful wheezes. Jason never had a strong head for alcohol. I was always the stronger one when we drank back home, and watching him now, I knew he was hitting his absolute limit. He looked over at me, his eyes glassy, unfocused, and swimming with a drunken fog. "Kess... I can't," he choke

Kess From my seat across the fire, my eyes were completely locked onto the platform. I watched my husband. Jason was sitting on the white furs, his legs spread wide and bare. Kalila, the Chief’s daughter, was right in front of him. Her small hand was wrapped tightly around his thick, hard shaft, moving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. I could see the wet glisten of his precum shining under the orange firelight. Instead of a sharp spike of jealousy, a sudden, heavy wave of heat flooded straight down into my lower stomach. My heart hammered against my ribs. Seeing my husband being stroked by another woman in the open air didn’t make me angry. It made me incredibly wet. Which was crazy, I know. But the thick drop of my own moisture sliding down my inner thigh, slicking my skin, was a testament to my insanity at that moment. I stood up from the bench, my bare legs shaking slightly from the alcohol. It was my turn now. I walked out into the bright light of the bonfire, my breasts

The hot taste of myself was still thick on my lips from Bako’s deep, bruising kiss. His words hung in the air between us, and dirty, vibrating against my ear. “All I want to do now is fucking that right hole I'm seeing there until you scream my name as your husband watches.”The sweet, fog of the palm juice was pulsing wildly in my veins. The size of this man hovering over me was overwhelming. His chest was like a wall blocking out the light of the bonfire. I looked straight up into his dark, eyes, my breathing coming in short, ragged gasps. Every ounce of my normal civilized shame had completely melted into the white furs beneath my back."Then do it, Bako," I whispered, my voice thick with lust. I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his smooth, sweaty skin. "Don't just talk about it. Put your big cock inside me. Fuck me hard."Bako let out a low, deep growl of pure satisfaction. He didn't rush. He moved his large hands down to my thighs, grabbing them firmly, an

KessThe next morning, the cold light of dawn crept slowly through the gaps of the wooden hut. I opened my eyes, my head throbbing with a dull ache from the palm juice we had drunk the night before. The air in the hut was freezing, making the skin on my bare arms tingle with goosebumps. I shifted slightly on the hard bamboo bed, the coarse woven mat scraping against my bare skin.Beside me, Jason was already awake. He was lying flat on his back, staring blankly up at the thatched straw ceiling. The blanket was pushed down to his waist, leaving his chest bare. A suffocating blanket of shame hung over the small space between us. For several minutes, neither of us said a word. The memory of the wild bonfire, the cheering naked villagers, and the raw touch of strangers floated vividly in the morning air.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Jason..." I whispered, my voice cracking slightly in the quiet hut.Jason didn't turn his head immediately. He let out a long, slow breath that turned in