Fisting

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?

Just before the holidays, I received a call from an old friend, Hans, who is a major player in the business world. It brought together a special group and end of year for very powerful Asian businessmen. The party missed something he told me, and it was a special entertainment! He wanted Stella to join them this weekend that he hosted on a small Caribbean island. She was excited and nervous, but the plans were made, and she was picked up one Thursday night by a limo who drove her to a private airport where she joined Hans for a flight on that island’s corporate jet. He didn’t give him any of the details of who was going to be there or what was going to be done, but he had the limousine driver giving me an envelope that contained complete details just so I could follow and he also assured me that she would call and someone would email me often to keep me in the loop in real time with everything that was happening.