We're only midway through our wine when Brenda remarks, "Isn't that Brian?" Her tone is filled with the eagerness of a predator eyeing its target. I follow her gaze and spot him at the bar, exuding his usual air of confidence and ease. Brenda takes a sip of her wine, flicking a drop from her lip with her tongue as she continues to watch Brian intently. "Should we ask him to join us?" she inquires, but before I can reply,...

The storm hit in seconds. One moment we were laughing, mud flicking up around our boots; the next we were sprinting through the trees with rain coming down so hard it stung. By the time we reached the tent, we were drenched, soaked through to the skin. Evan yanked the flap open and shoved me inside. Liam and Jess tumbled in behind us, dripping and breathless. The moment the zip closed, the hammer of rain on the nylon drow...

Brenda leans across the table, her hand wrapping tight around my wrist, her wedding ring biting into my skin. She's still buzzing from the night, from the conversation we just had. "Promise me," she says, "promise me you'll do it." She means what we just talked about—the club—about us going back again, only this time, just the two of us. No Lisa. My thoughts are a mess, tangled up between wanting and worrying. I can't sto...

Brenda's pussy spasms against my mouth, drenching my face in her juices and making her buck so hard she almost knees me in the ear. "Fuck, Bob! Don't you dare stop!" she screams, grinding her cunt against my lips, her thighs clamping my head in a vice. She's already come twice, like, full-body shivers each time, but she's still all over me. Totally insatiable. She's got her hands tangled in my hair, nails digging into my...

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...