"Fuck me harder against the tree," Molly had gasped last Christmas, her nails digging into Leonard's shoulders as the ornaments rattled above them. The memory flashed hot behind her eyelids now—the sting of tinsel on her bare thighs, the way her swollen breasts had swayed with each thrust, milk leaking onto his crisp dress shirt. The HR file labeled him a predator. She called him a god. Her fingers lingered on the hem of...

Wanda's days had become a monotonous blur of cleaning, cooking, and carpooling. Her once vibrant life had faded to the mundane tasks of a single mother, her vibrant spirit dulled by the weight of her responsibilities. She had always been a curvy woman, with voluptuous curves that could make a saint reconsider their vows. But now, as she approached her mid-forties, she felt as though she had been forgotten by the very desi...

Laura's trip to see her sister in Seattle unlocked a deep and desperate desire in her loins that was amplified by her pregnancy; her nipples were constantly hard, and her milk easily bubbled out of her nipples. Stepping onto the plane made her mind rewind to her public exhibition with the equally pregnant Jessica on her first class trip to see her sister. What would be the odds of a repeat performance with someone on her...

Holly Strong was a young woman of poise and purpose. With her mother, Helen Strong, serving as the Governor of Montana, she had grown accustomed to the corridors of power, the whispers of ambition, and the glint of promise that lingered in the eyes of the ambitious. Her fiery red hair fell in waves around her shoulders, a stark contrast to the stoic marble busts of past leaders that lined the halls of the state capitol. H...

"Hey, Rachel, you okay?" Carl's voice had concern as Rachel's breaths grew heavy, her body pressed against his. The wedding hall was a blur of colors and sounds around them, the music fading into the background as the two of them remained locked in their own world. "Yeah, I'm...I'm fine," Rachel replied, her voice trembling slightly. The realization of Carl's words had left her feeling both exposed and strangely aroused....

Roxanne strutted down the sidewalk, her high heels clicking against the pavement like a metronome keeping time to an unheard beat. She knew she was a sight to behold, her tight blue jeans hugging her curvaceous figure in all the right places. Her ass was a masterpiece of nature, sculpted by a master craftsman with a penchant for perfection. Above the waistband, her blouse was tucked in just enough to hint at the treasure...

The tension grew with each caress, each whispered word. They knew their audience was waiting for the moment when Jake would finally slide inside her, the ultimate taboo act that would either make or break their career. But they weren't ready to give it to them just yet. Instead, they pushed the boundaries, hinting at what was to come with every lingering glance and lingering touch. The video ended with the head of Jake's...

"Come on, Laura," Liz called from the bedroom, her voice muffled by the pile of clothes scattered across the floor. "We're going to be late for dinner." Laura, dressed in a loose white sundress, sat on the edge of the bed, her swollen breasts straining against the fabric. She'd been trying to get the last bit of milk out, but her body had other plans. "I'm coming," Laura responded, her hand still under her dress, gently s...

"Ready, baby?" George asked, his voice thick with sleep and excitement. Connie nodded, her eyes shimmering with the excitement of what was to come. She felt George's hands, firm and warm, on her hips as he pulled her closer to him. He was already hard, his erection pressing against her thigh, eager to drive her the second part of the treatment she craved. Their love making was a silent pattern of passion, a dance of need...

The warm summer sun began to set, casting a soft, golden glow over the well-manicured lawns of the country club. Rachel, the bride with the blond hair that fell in gentle waves to her mid-back, walked gracefully in her white, off-the-shoulder dress. The lacy fabric ended at her mid-calf, teasing the slightest hint of the toned legs beneath, and her three-inch white stilettos clicked rhythmically on the cobblestone path le...

"You look absolutely radiant, Laura," Liz said, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she took in her sister's glowing complexion. Laura, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail, beamed with a shy smile. She tugged at the strings of her white wrap-around dress, feeling the soft fabric hug her ever-expanding waistline. The dress was a recent purchase, chosen with the intention of flaunting her newfound confidence. Her pregn...

"What's the Wi-Fi password?" Emily's teenage son, Jake, shouted from the hallway. Emily, a single mom, rolled her eyes as she typed away on her laptop, juggling emails from work with dinner prep. "It's on the fridge, Jake," she called back. She was tired. Her day had been a whirlwind of office deadlines and parent-teacher conferences, and she was eager to collapse into bed. She didn't have the energy for one of Jake's mar...

Max's deep, resonant voice echoed through the room as he concluded, "This practice session went exceptionally well. I'll see you both next Thursday." His confidence was palpable, a stark contrast to the nervous tension that had permeated the air earlier. Connie felt a shiver run down her spine as she recalled the intense moments she'd just shared with her husband George and their chosen sperm donor. Lying in George's embr...

"You look...different today, Roxanne," Chad, her co-worker, said with a smirk, eyeing her from across the office. Roxanne's cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment, but from the secret thrill of the aluminum can snug against her insides. She had started small, with cucumbers and carrots, but the thrill of pushing her boundaries grew, leading her to the challenge of the office vending machine's largest offering. She leaned...

"Almost there, sweetie," the seamstress said with a smile, her nimble fingers deftly weaving the final stitches into the intricate lace of the wedding gown. The room was filled with the gentle sound of taffeta sliding against skin, the occasional snip of scissors, and the muffled murmurs of the bustling wedding preparations outside the door. The bride-to-be, Rachel, looked at herself in the floor-length mirror, her heart...