Lahat ng Kabanata ng Shades Of Secret Wants: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

They lay on the floor for a few minutes, bodies slick with sweat and juices. Their fingers were still linked and the only thing they could hear was each other breathing hard.Becky turned her head and looked at Cassandra. Her eyes were still full of fire. “Don’t think this means you win anything,” she said. “I still plan to destroy you in business.”Cassandra smiled, tired but dangerous. “You know I’m going to enjoy breaking you right now.”She rolled on top of Becky and pinned her wrists above her head. Becky’s long legs opened wide on their own. Cassandra kissed her hard, biting her lip, then moved down her body. She sucked on Becky’s small, firm breasts, pulling the nipples with her teeth.“Ahhh… fuck,” Becky moaned. “You bite like you hate me.”“I do,” Cassandra replied, sucking harder. “But I also love how your nipples get so hard for me.”She moved lower, kissing down Becky’s flat stomach until she reached her pussy again. This time she was not gentle. She spread Becky’s long le

They lay on the couch, bodies sticky and tired. Their breathing was still heavy. Cassandra could feel Becky’s heart beating fast against her skin. The smell of their sex filled the whole suite. It smelled of sweet pussy juice mixed with sweat.Becky pushed herself up on one elbow and looked down at Cassandra. Her blonde hair was messy. “We still hate each other,” she said.Cassandra smiled, her full breasts rising and falling. “Of course we do. But right now, I want to hate you with my mouth again.”She pulled Becky on top of her. Their naked bodies pressed together. Big soft tits against smaller firm ones. Wet pussies rubbing against each other. They started grinding slowly. The wet, slippery sound of their pussies sliding together was loud and nasty.“Mmmmmm… your pussy feels so hot against mine,” Cassandra moaned. “I hate how wet you make me.”Becky rocked her hips harder. “Then hate me more. Rub that sloppy cunt on me. I want to feel how much you need this.”Their clits bumped wit

Mavis sat on the edge of the big king bed, still wearing her beautiful white wedding dress. The heavy fabric felt warm against her skin. Rose petals were scattered across the sheets, and the faint smell of fresh flowers filled the room. Soft golden lights glowed from the lamps, but the joy she had felt earlier in the day had slowly faded.Her new husband, David, had drunk too much at the reception. He was now passed out in one of the guest rooms downstairs with his friends still laughing and telling old stories. Mavis was alone in the bridal suite. She stared at the champagne bottle on ice and the two glasses waiting beside it. This was supposed to be her wedding night, but it felt empty. Really lonely.A soft knock sounded on the door.Mavis stood up slowly and walked over. When she opened the door, George stood there.David’s older brother and best man. He still wore his black tuxedo, but his tie was loose and the top button of his shirt was open. He looked tired but handsome, with

Mavis pulled George down onto the big bed covered in rose petals. The soft flowers crushed under their bodies. She could still smell their sweet scent mixed with the warm smell of his skin. Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it might burst. She knew this was wrong. She had just married his brother a few hours ago. But right now, with George looking at her like that, all she could think about was how much she wanted him.George kissed her slowly and deeply. His hand gently stroked her side, moving from her waist up to her full breast. He squeezed it softly, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple. Mavis moaned quietly into his mouth. The sound was soft and needy.“You are so beautiful,” George whispered against her lips. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long. I can’t believe this is really happening.”Mavis ran her hands over his strong chest. She could feel his muscles under her fingers. “I’ve wanted it too,” she admitted, her voice shaking a little. “Even though I k

Mavis woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming through the heavy curtains. Her body felt heavy and sore in the most delicious way. Between her legs, she was sticky and tender. George’s cum from the night before had dried on her thighs and still leaked slowly from her pussy whenever she moved. The faint, musky scent of sex lingered on her skin and the sheets. She touched herself gently and shivered at how sensitive she still was.She sat up slowly. The wedding dress lay crumpled on the floor like a reminder of what she had done. Guilt washed over her, but so did a rush of heat. She could still feel George’s hands gripping her hips, his thick cock stretching her, and the way he had groaned her name when he came inside her.A soft knock came at the door.Mavis quickly pulled on a robe and opened it a little. It was one of the hotel staff with breakfast.“Compliments of the family,” the woman said with a smile. “Your husband is already downstairs with his brother and parents for t