Sliding the buzzing dildo from her slick cunt, Maya sighed and tossed the toy aside. She couldn’t cope with this. Even putting on faux satisfied faces and tweaking her nipples could not compensate for the cock she was missing, and after over a week of confinement in her room even masturbation had grown boring, despite the fact she was agonisingly horny. It was so unfair. Grounded just for ditching her
Emma knew this was wrong: her husband-to-be was waiting expectantly in the church just outside, her whole family too. Today was supposed to be the best day of her life, yet somehow it had turned into a nightmare. This wasn’t her. She was loving, and faithful, and she adored her fiancé with all her heart. She would never cheat! She had to stop. But to her horror she realised she
‘I… I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m doing this. I shouldn’t, I really shouldn’t. I’m sorry.’ Already the man’s stammered apologies were becoming less sincere, and if the force with which he tore open the chest of Angel’s fishnet attire was anything to go by, he had no interest in stopping. She wanted to tell him to run, to escape while he still had the chance. Unfortunately for him,
Taking her rightful place as a naughty snow bunny addicted to the throbbing dark meat of her black masters was the best thing Ashley had ever done, but it hadn’t been easy. When they had first shown up in the office reception where she worked she had been a shy, inexperienced little thing without the confidence to shoo a pigeon, but despite this – or maybe because of it, she
Etta glared at Martin with a mixture of loathing and longing. As much as she wanted to, she could not deny his stunning body, nor contain the shuddering pleasure he was pounding into her tight holes. But that wasn’t to say she didn’t hate him with a passion, a hate so fiery it burned her insides. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martin scoffed, ‘you can’t tell me you’re not
‘Dean?’ Eris said, slinking down the corridor in her attractive black gown. ‘Dean, you down here?’ In the low light of the corridors it was difficult to identify anyone until they were close, but it soon became apparent her husband was not here. Briefly dipping into the antechamber at the end of the corridor she found a few party attendees who had stepped away from the packed ballroom for some
‘No,’ Helen pleaded, even as a fresh moan rose in her throat, ‘no, please, you have to stop. Nicole, Bev, this isn’t you. You’re ill. Please, I’m your friend, we can get through this together, we –’ The rising moan tore from Helen’s lips as Nicole leaned in to lick her pussy. Combined with Nicole’s relentless pumping of a bulbous dildo into her vulnerable pussy, the sensual cunnilingus sent Helen’s
Sure, it was probably a shitty thing to have done to somebody who thought he was their friend, but Adrian had never been particularly keen on his flatmate. There was nothing wrong with Sean, exactly, it’s just he was not the kind of person Adrian would have chosen to spend time with if he had a choice in the matter: too nerdy and hyperactive for his tastes. In university they
As much as he knew he should be resisting, Nathan couldn’t help himself. Following Reagan’s orders just felt too damn good. It was like she was inside his mind directing his every move or using him as her personal marionette. Despite the painful betrayal cutting through him, all he could do was kneel by her side as the two guys from next door fucked his fiancée on the hammock he’d
Pausing, Owen was briefly taken aback by the huge gothic door. In the fading evening light, it was lit by a wrought-iron lantern hung from the top and looked straight from one of the medieval forts or castles back home in England. Though it may have looked at home there, it was the last thing he had expected to find here in the heart of Beijing. In a city all
