Lisa and Amanda

Lisa’s razor-sharp smirk has tormented shy, ripe-bodied Amanda for months—but under flickering locker-room lights, venom turns to hungry lust. The 34-year-old divorceé corners her trembling daughter-in-law, fingers tracing swollen nipples through damp fabric. “You’ve been eyeing university girls?” Lisa purrs, peeling off her bra. “Let’s see if your greedy tongue matches those juicy tits…”

Amanda’s gasp echoes off wet tiles as her mother-in-law’s mouth seizes her waxed cunt—no blood ties, just two women devouring taboos. Their moans spiral: fingering, rimming, fist-fucking until Lisa’s screams drench Amanda’s chin. “Piss for me, sweetness,” the older woman demands, gulping her daughter-in-law’s golden stream before shoving a fist back into her own dripping hole. Ripe shame combusts into ecstasy—until footsteps threaten exposure…

Filthy voyeurs, will Lisa’s wealthy fiancé survive watching his bride-to-be claim her son’s wife again…this time with an audience?

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Mea culpa

A stormy October afternoon unveils a stepmother’s forbidden craving when she stumbles upon Polaroids of her stepdaughter Cassandra buried between a blonde’s spread thighs, lips locked on the stranger’s glistening pussy. Heat pools low in her belly as she traces the sinful images—Cassie’s fingers tangled in honey-blonde hair, the woman’s head thrown back in ecstasy—until her own jeans are yanked open, fingers stroking her dripping cunt to the rhythm of her racing heart. Just bi, the girl’s teasing voice echoes when she catches her stepmom mid-fondle, laughter melting into something darker as she spies the incriminating photos. “Barb is pretty,” Cassie purrs, hand sliding into her stepmother’s gaping fly to plunge two fingers deep into her slick heat. The fireplace crackles as their tongues clash, Cassandra’s thumb circling her stepmom’s swollen clit with cruel precision. Mmm, you taste desperate, she growls against her mouth. Rain hammers the windows when Cassie murmurs the fatal offer: “Should I call Barb?” How many wicked mouths will this honey-lipped tease command before her stepmom’s trembling thighs give out? [Read More]

Liar, his story

My wife and I had another of our legendary fights and decided to stay in a hotel for the night and relax. The clerk looked at me a little funny when I went to check at 9:00 and had no ID. I explained to him the fight with my wife and how I left my wallet at home and the story of my emergency money in the car and, with a tip of $100, I soon had a room with no questions with double queens.

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