‘Hey there, Peter,’ cooed the two scantily clad women lounging on the staircase, ‘looks like it’s been a long day at work.’ Peter sighed and ran one hand down his face wearily. ‘Please, girls, not today. I’m not in the mood to chat.’ Fumbling with his keys for a moment he lost his grip and they fell with a thud on the landing carpet. Swearing reflexively, he closed his eyes
Bodies litter the rooms, draped over furniture and sprawled across the floor in awkward, unnatural positions. Here and there garments lie in tatters, and amongst the human debris are strewn countless upended bottles and shoes abandoned by their owners, the walls and carpets splashed with red stains. The entire building looks like the scene of a massacre; were it not for the fact you had spent the night at the
Dropping heavily into the leather seat, Maria shivered as she slammed the door. Heavy flakes swirled angrily against the glass, the howl of the wind furious like a beast denied their prey. So grateful of the respite from the foul weather she entirely forgot she was not alone in the car. ‘Cold one tonight,’ said the cabbie, startling her. ‘Oh, yes, it is. Sorry, I was in my own little
Chantelle whimpered desperately as the stunning brunette lapped at her dripping sex. Her tongue was so hot, so powerful, and with one thumb pressed hard against Chantelle’s clit every stroke was intensified tenfold such that it felt as if her whole groin was on fire. Part of Chantelle wanted to scream, to cry out for her boyfriend, or her neighbours, or just in the vain hope someone might be walking
‘Oh, Mister C, you feel so good! Please, Mister C, I’ve been a good girl this year – empty your sack in me, sir. I want to be so full I’m leaking your juices until next Christmas Night!’ Straddling his lap and bouncing feverishly on his throbbing meat, the needy little elf mewled and whimpered like a whining puppy. Her tight pussy lips jerked him urgently, desperate for his seed
Everything had all gone so horribly… wrong? The man Ana had recently been would probably have thought so, but the woman she was now knew the truth was the exact opposite: everything had gone so perfectly right. With the flogger coming down relentlessly on her sensitive pussy, all she could do was giggle as she recited the undeniable truth: ‘I’m your fucking slut.’ Breathless and painfully horny, she repeated herself
‘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
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
Have you ever had that one job you just had to get? Rey had. Sure, it was only a little office job, but she had wanted to work for the company for years. Every time she saw an application come up she practically hailed her CV on the place, and she wasn’t the only one: the company was well-known and profitable. More than that though, for somebody such as her
The abandoned manor which sat atop Cursed Hill was something of a local legend. Passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, stories of the decrepit old estate, as such superstitious tales are wont to do, had taken on a life of their own such that no two families agreed on the truth behind them any longer. Some believed the manor to be the former abode of a
