We had been friends for a while — close, flirty, and full of unspoken promises. We’d never crossed that line, but we talked about it often, imagining what it would be like when we finally met. When she told me she was coming to Istanbul for a vacation, bringing her older brother and a friend with her, I felt excitement build deep inside me.

The first evening she arrived, I met them at their hotel suite. They had two bedrooms and a spacious salon where we spent hours drinking, laughing, and dancing.

The night grew late. Her brother retreated to one room, her friend to the other, leaving just the two of us in the open salon, soft music playing around us.

We sat close on the couch, our eyes locked with growing intensity. She was curvy, her lips full and inviting, her presence radiating a sensual energy that pulled me in. I could feel my cock growing painfully hard in my jeans, and I saw her glance down, smirking knowingly.

The tension was unbearable.

We started to kiss, gently at first — careful, cautious.

Ten minutes passed, lips brushing, tongues teasing.

Her hand found my throbbing cock through my jeans, squeezing it firmly. I gasped softly at the sensation. In return, I reached between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness through her clothes.

We were losing control, and yet — we still had our clothes on.

I slipped one of her breasts free and captured her nipple with my mouth, savoring her taste.

Just then, her friend wandered through, grabbing something and chuckling at the sight of us before disappearing again.

We barely even noticed.

She whispered, “Let’s cuddle under the blanket… just in case.”

We threw a blanket over ourselves, pretending to be innocent — but under it, her hand quickly found my cock again.

This time, she pulled it free. My shaft was slick with precum, and she licked it slowly, teasing the tip before taking me deep into her mouth.

I groaned quietly, struggling not to make noise.

Her tongue danced around me, making me even harder.

We couldn’t help ourselves anymore. We threw off the blanket and stripped off our clothes, desperate to feel skin against skin.

I buried my face between her thighs, inhaling her scent, tasting her arousal.

She climbed onto me, and we started a slow, filthy 69 — her mouth working my cock as I devoured her pussy.

She writhed against my tongue, trying to grind down on my face while gagging softly around me.

The risk, the thrill, the overwhelming lust — it was almost too much.

I couldn’t resist any longer.

I flipped her over, lifting her hips, and slid my cock slowly into her dripping pussy.

The heat and wetness enveloped me instantly.

We moved together slowly, savoring the forbidden moment. Every thrust risked discovery, and that made it even hotter.

She was trying so hard to stay quiet — but when she started to lose control, her soft moans filled the room.

Suddenly, her body shuddered violently, and she squirted around my cock, soaking me.

Without hesitation, I dropped down, licking her clean, drinking her essence hungrily.

But we weren’t finished yet.

I climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply as I thrust into her again, missionary style, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me.

Between kisses, she gasped out the dirtiest words:

“Fuck me. I’m your bitch. I’m your whore. Fuck my pussy, Daddy.”

The words pushed me over the edge.

I told her I was close, and immediately she pulled my cock from her pussy, taking it deep into her mouth.

She stroked and sucked me urgently, and when I came — hard, shaking with pleasure — she swallowed every drop, licking her lips when she was done.

That was only our first night together.

The next day… things got even wilder — even with her brother and friend sleeping nearby.