She couldn’t move. Leilani lay sprawled on the armchair, chest heaving, hair clinging to her cheeks, her body still shuddering from the orgasm Tasha had just ripped out of her. Her thighs were wet, aching. Her cunt was quivering, still twitching around nothing. She’d lost count of how many times she’d come that night, maybe four she thought hazily. She blinked up at the ceiling, dazed and buzzing, and turned her head, jus...

She should have been shocked. Watching her husband bent over the arm of the sofa, flushed and whimpering while Marcus, massive, hulking Marcus, fucked him with slow, powerful thrusts that made the furniture creak? She sat on the armchair just metres away, knees drawn up, two fingers idly teasing her slick, throbbing clit. She hadn’t even meant to start touching herself. Not really. But she couldn’t help it. Her hand just...

He hadn’t expected it to feel this good. Not just the physical, though fuck, that was incredible. Makoa’s arse was tight, hot, gripping his cock. But it was more than that. The way Makoa moaned every time Marcus bottomed out. The way his back arched. The way his arse pushed back now, shamelessly meeting every thrust. Marcus had started slow. Calculated. Testing boundaries, his own, mostly. But now, with every pulse of hea...

Marcus was having a great night. Tasha had been right when she though Leilani would be perfect for him. She was flat on her back, legs folded up tight to her chest, her ankles resting on his shoulders as he fucked her into the mattress. Her hair clung to her face in damp strands, eyes rolling back with every stroke. Her cunt was soaked, taking every inch of his cock as she moaned. “Ohh, fuck, Marcus!” she sobbed, body tre...

Makoa didn’t really know how the hell he ended up in this position, but he wasn’t about to complain. He lay flat on the massive bed, thighs trembling, hips slick with sweat, and Tasha, was riding him with wild abandon. Her skin was a deep, glowing brown in the soft lighting, her full breasts bouncing with every moaning roll of her hips, and her cunt was hot, wet, gripping him with every stroke like it didn’t want to let h...

Tasha first saw Leilani at the Monday morning staff meeting, halfway through a boring quarterly update about shipping metrics, sipping burnt coffee and wondering if anyone else in the room was hungover. And then Leilani walked in with their manager as she was introduced as a new hire. She was small. Quiet. Creamy bronze skin, that looked Southeast Asian. Big, dark eyes that looked innocent, too innocent. Long, glossy hair...

The weekend was almost over, and the last few sips of beer and wine swirled around the bottoms of our glasses as we fidgeted with them, none of us quite willing to finish. Siobhan and I were hosting three of her former roommates, all of whom, according to her passing comments, had “cleaned up nicely” since she had known them in college. I had no points of comparison to judge this for myself, but I could certainly agree th...

"Oh hey, guys," said a startled Tim as he instantly tried to pull his swimming trunks up. As Abbey and I stood in the doorway of our vacation house, Lindsay let go of Tim's cock but still sat next to him on the couch topless. "Don't worry, babe, it's ok," affirmed Abbey. "It looks like you two were enjoying yourselves." "I apologize; it was mostly my fault," confessed Lindsay. "Honestly, guys, from what I saw, it looked v...

Katie Last night had been nothing short of incredible. Matt and Mark had been teasing me from the start of the show, subtle touches, soft whispers, and knowing glances exchanged in the dim light. Every touch, every suggestive word, had only heightened the anticipation. When the show finally ended, we’d found a quiet, hidden spot on the top deck, stars glittering above us, the soft hum of the ocean our only soundtrack. It...