登録なしで無料で読む： 946 無修正の過激なストーリー。毎日更新、多くは実際の声のナレーション付き。
The mountain chalet smelled of pine and woodsmoke, snow tapping softly against the tall windows while the fireplace crackled in the corner. Elena Voss, my new boss, stood in black yoga pants that hugged every curve of her firm ass and a cropped top that…
誰もいないジムには、切れかけの蛍光灯の低いブーンという音が響き、汗とゴムマットの匂いが空気中に濃く漂っていました。リラエルがドアをくぐった瞬間、私の目は彼女に釘付けになりました。背が高くしなやかなエルフで、銀色の髪が背中に滝のように流れ、とがった耳をしていて…
"Keep your eyes on me, not the water," I said, my voice already rougher than I meant it to be. Mia stood on the yacht's sun-drenched upper deck in a tiny white bikini that barely contained her toned body, the kind of fitness trainer who could make a guy…
The gym lights were already dying, the last few people filtering out, leaving the air thick with the smell of sweat and rubber. I stood by the ab machine, unable to tear my eyes away from her—my secretary, Lena. She was stretching out on a mat in tight black…
The smell of old leather and dusty pages hit her nostrils as Anna leaned over the shelf, and in that same instant, her gaze locked with her neighbor's eyes. Paul stood just a step away, in the half-darkness of the library hall, his fingers already grazing her…
I could still taste her from five years ago. The second Elena stepped into the empty office, that old hunger slammed into me like stage lights hitting your eyes. She was an actress now, the kind whose face filled billboards, but tonight she wore a simple…
"Come on, why the long face? It's just a checkup," Lena said, touching his shoulder in the clinic parking lot. "Ira's my best friend, and she's a fantastic gynecologist. She'll take a look at us, tell us everything's fine, and we'll head home." He sighed.…
"God, Jake, if we don't do this now I'm gonna lose my nerve," Mia whispered, her voice husky as she locked the gym door from the inside. The place was empty, lights dimmed to night mode, the faint smell of sweat and rubber mats hanging in the cool air. Only…
The sun beat down on the polished deck of our rented yacht, making the wooden planks warm under my bare feet. I watched Elena stretch out on the cushioned lounge, her long legs glistening with sunscreen, and the desire hit me like a wave. For months we'd…
The dim corporate ballroom hummed with the scent of expensive whiskey and women's perfume. My eyes locked on her immediately—a tall brunette in a clinging black dress sitting across the table. Her eyes sparkled as she slowly ran a finger along the rim of her…
The Mediterranean sun baked the yacht’s teak deck, but the real heat came from the way Elena’s dark eyes locked on me the second I stepped aboard. She was the artist, I was the model she’d hired for the weekend, yet the air between us already crackled like…
The bass from the office party speakers thrummed through the dimly lit hotel ballroom like a second heartbeat, but all I could focus on was her. Lena, the waitress who'd been serving our table all night, moved with this effortless sway that made my cock…
The scent of sandalwood and warm oil hung thick in the massage studio after hours. Rain pattered against the tall windows while soft amber lights glowed across the polished wooden floor. I watched Elena, my yoga teacher, lock the door behind the last student,…
The moment Marcus slid his dark fingers along my thigh under the dinner table, heat flooded my belly. I was Sarah, his pale wife of six years, and tonight we were finally doing the thing we'd whispered about for months. The lake house belonged to his boss,…
シャッターが再び切られ、リナがベルベットの寝椅子の上で前かがみになると、短い黒のウェイトレススカートがまくれ上がり、彼女のお尻の下の曲線が露わになって、私のペニスはジーンズの薄い布地越しに脈打った。彼女はダウンタウンのダイナーで一番のお気に入りの常連客で、…
The moment Lila Mae locked the restaurant door behind the last customer, the air thickened with something electric. She was the new waitress from Georgia, all sun-kissed skin, honey-blonde curls pinned up messily, and that slow, sweet drawl that made my cock…
She looked at me like she'd already undressed me with her eyes. Her dark eyes, my boss's eyes, slid across my face, lingered on my lips, then slowly traveled lower, to the unbuttoned top button of my shirt. The photographer's studio smelled of coffee,…
The moment we stepped into the seaside hotel room, the salt air thick with the crash of waves outside, I caught Lena staring at me with that hungry look that made my cock twitch. Her sundress clung to her curves from the ocean breeze, and I knew tonight we'd…
The smell of fresh coffee hit my nostrils, and I couldn't help but swallow hard, watching Artyom lean over the tiny kitchenette in the corner of the studio. His shirt had ridden up a little, exposing a strip of tanned skin above the waistband of his jeans. I…
The little café on the edge of town was nearly empty. Outside, a warm summer rain hammered the glass and drummed on the veranda roof. I sat at a corner table, and across from me was my secretary Lena—three years of her tight skirts and lingering glances at my…
The restaurant lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow, the last customer long gone. My new boss, Elena, had asked me to stay behind for "inventory." From the moment I stepped through the door, the air crackled with something sharper than tension. Her sharp…
"I swear if you keep looking at me like that, Marcus, I'm not gonna make it through the reception," Lena whispered, her breath catching as she leaned against the ivy-covered wall just outside the crowded tent. The friend's wedding had been beautiful, all…
改造倉庫スタジオの高い窓を雨が激しく打ちつけ、稲妻が走るたびに、ソフトボックスのライトを調整するエレナのぴったりした黒いヨガパンツが浮かび上がりました。私の脈拍は外の嵐よりも激しく打っていました。私は彼女のプライベートな夜の…に申し込んでいたのです。
The moment I saw her across the crowded reception hall, my cock twitched hard against my suit pants. Lena stood near the cake table in a tight emerald dress that hugged her full tits and flared over her juicy ass, her dark hair pinned up with loose curls…