Vaginal Sex

Ann - getting to know her

Posted on January 25, 2026 | 5 minutes | 1039 words

Ann’s D-cup curves and dripping-wet rebellion against her tame past ignited me from our first stolen grope in her living room. My hands memorized every inch of her heavy tits, her round ass melting against my palms as we devoured each other’s mouths—teasing, denying, inflaming until that stormy third date shattered her last barrier. Her soaked red panties hit the floor…then my throat hit her pussy, her nails clawed my cock, and her screams announced a woman unshackled. Marriage unleashed her: vibrators buzzing against cream-slick thighs, our porn collection growing stickier than our weekend body-painting rituals, strangers’ hands grazing her in group jerk-off circles where boundaries evaporated like her modesty. Divorce couldn’t drown our heat—even after claiming four women’s moans in an orgy, she returned at midnight, sheer swimsuit clinging to her needy cunt, begging my dick to remind her why she craved cock…but promised pussy would keep luring her. Did those hungry green eyes ever stop hunting new thrills, or did she drown in her own dripping obsession? Read her filthy crescendo… [Read More]

For you, my love

Posted on January 4, 2026 | 5 minutes | 978 words

Adriane silences your keyboard with hungry lips on your neck, steering you toward a steam-clouded shower stall where slick bodies press tight against tile. Her teeth tease denim buttons open, worshiping the throbbing outline beneath as she strips you bare—grinning at your reckless lack of underwear. Black lace and flushed skin taunt you before she drowns you in a voracious kiss, hot water cascading over her breasts as soapy hands knead every tensed muscle. Her clever tongue traces soap rivers down your ribs while slick fingers cup weighted balls, stroking your cock to aching hardness between suds and steam. But when she presses against the wall, guiding your thickness deep into her drenched pussy with one claiming thrust, Adriane shatters—clenching around you with a scream echoed by your own release. Yet her whispered filth still burns in your ear… What forbidden craving might this tease of a woman demand next time she corners you? [Read More]

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My new boyfriend

Posted on December 7, 2025 | 5 minutes | 887 words

John’s Valentine’s surprise wasn’t roses or champagne—it was Paul’s email, tucked beside my wineglass with a wicked grin. “Your fantasy,” he purred. “Make it real.” One call sealed it: a hotel rendezvous with the silver-fox stranger whose voice alone had me wet and squirming by dessert.

Dressed to unravel him—skimpy skirt, sheer stockings, lace so thin it might as well vanish—I watched Paul’s hungry gaze devour me across the bar. John’s possessive kiss goodbye was all the permission I needed. Paul’s fingers teased higher beneath the table, his whispered offer curling like smoke: “Room 109…if you want me.”

Want him? I ached.

The second the door closed, we were a frenzy of teeth, tongues, and desperate hands. His thick fingers split my soaked thong, his mouth worshiped my pussy until I screamed, and his cock—god, that cock—stretched me open on the bed, then my knees, as I begged him to take my ass rough and deep. He spilled across my trembling skin, marking me as thoroughly as John’s feverish reclaiming later—fucking my throat in the car, my ass at dawn—would prove just how much he’d loved every filthy second.

But that first taste of Paul’s dominance? Unforgettable…and far from the last. Ready to ruin me again, gentlemen?

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