《Ravished: A Collection Of Sin》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

POV: Logan..The girls are sitting on the sofa watching an episode of an animated comedy with plates on their laps and two pizza boxes on the table in front of them. “We brought a plate for you,” Selina tells me, looking up at me with a smile.“Thank you,” I walked over to the sofa and sat in the only spot left, right next to her.I can’t help but steal glances at Selina as we sit and eat, laughing at the animated show on TV. She is wearing pyjamas just like Clarissa, but Selina’s are a pair of tiny short shorts and a baggy T-shirt. Her tan legs are long and look so smooth, and images of me burying my face between them flash through my mind. I have to try and subtly shift so I can hide my hardening cock, but I’m not sure how successful I am when Selina glances at me with a confused smile on her face.At around midnight, we are all yawning and decide it’s time for bed. Clarissa and Selina head for Clarissa’s room, and I head for my bedroom. My cock is still rock hard and in desper

POV: Selina..I walk down the hallway, feeling my best friend's dad's cum slowly leaking out of my pussy. I'm not heading to the bathroom to clean up like I said I would, but instead I’m heading straight to Clarissa’s bedroom.“I’m guessing by how long you were gone that you got your way,” Clarissa says, putting down her book and smiling up at me from her bed.I don’t answer her and instead reach down to my pussy and slip a finger inside. When I pull it back out, it is covered in Logan’s cum. I can see that Clarissa’s attention is focused entirely on my finger, as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. I slip my finger into my mouth and greedily suck all of the cum from my finger. I hear her groan as she watches me eat the cum out of my pussy, I look up at her and see the anguished expression on her face, and I know exactly what she wants.“I’ve got more if you want it,” I tell her, smiling at her cheekily.“Yes.” She whispers breathlessly.I sit on her bed, lean back, an

POV: Rose..My heart pounded so fast like it was trying to break free. I’d done plenty of risky things in my life, but this? This was different. I sat on the edge of the chair in the spare room we used as an office, staring at the webcam perched on top of the monitor. The little red light wasn’t on yet, but I could already feel it watching me. I swallowed hard, my throat dry despite the cool evening air drifting through the cracked window.I’d told myself this was just for fun. A way to make some extra cash and scratch an itch I’d been ignoring for too long. My husband, Peter, was away for work, and the house felt too quiet. The idea had started as a late-night fantasy after one too many glasses of wine while logging onto one of those cam sites, and watching people showing off their bodies.Now here I was, wearing nothing but a thin white tank top that clung to my full breasts and a pair of tight black yoga pants that hugged every curve of my ass and thighs. No bra and no panties. T

POV: Tom..The train lurched to a stop, and my heart was still pounding from Sophie’s mouth on my cock. She sat back in her seat, blouse barely buttoned, cheeks flushed, a wicked little smile playing on her swollen lips. A thin trail of my precum glistened at the corner of her mouth before she licked it away teasingly.“Relax,” she whispered, squeezing my thigh under the table. “We’ve got time before the next stop. And I’m still dripping for you.”I zipped up quickly, but my erection refused to go down completely. The carriage doors hissed open, but only one new person stepped in—an elegant woman in her early forties, tall with long, glossy dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a tailored charcoal trouser suit that hugged her full breasts and hips perfectly. She was definitely American, judging by the confident stride and the designer bag she carried, as she scanned the empty carriage and chose the seats directly across from us.Her sharp green eyes flicked over Sophie’s

POV: Vivian..Two days later, the first serious message arrived on my new profile. “Cowboy,” 50 years old, retired police officer, 6’1”, 185 pounds. He wanted a two-hour session at his place for $300, plus an extra $100 if I pleased him. My hands shook as I read it aloud to Mandy.“He sounds experienced and safe,” she said, reading over my shoulder, her hand resting possessively on my ass. “Be honest, it’s your first time. Tell him you’re nervous but eager to please his cock. Make him want you badly.”I texted back carefully, heart racing. He replied quickly, confirming details and sending his address. I drove to the mobile home two hours later, wearing the black short skirt, red blouse, and white lace bra from the photos. My pussy was already leaking with a confusing mix of fear and excitement. The whole drive, I kept squeezing my thighs together, feeling the slickness.When he opened the door, Cowboy was exactly as described: tall, rugged, with silver hair, warm blue eyes, and a