无需注册，免费阅读： 953 无审查的露骨故事。每天更新，许多带有真人声音朗读。
The restaurant was dark except for the single spotlight over the corner booth, and the air still smelled of garlic and red wine. Elena leaned back against the velvet seat, her short black dress riding high on her thighs, while my camera felt heavy in my…
The moment Mark's hand slid up my thigh under the conference table, I knew tonight was going to be filthy. My pussy was already soaked just thinking about it. We'd talked about me being a total slut wife for months—flirting, teasing, maybe even fucking…
The moment I locked the front door of the downtown café, the air between us crackled. Sarah, my favorite waitress with those long legs and the wicked little smile she only gave me, had stayed behind tonight. “Office is empty upstairs,” she whispered, her…
The heat hit me the moment I opened the sauna door. She was already inside, sitting on the cedar bench with a thin white towel wrapped loose around her. Sweat beaded on her collarbone. Mara. My neighbor. Married to Rick, who was off on another business…
The moment Lisa stepped into my small home photo studio, the air thickened with raw want. She was my married neighbor, thirty-two, with sun-kissed skin, full tits straining against a thin white tank top, and those yoga pants that hugged her juicy ass like a…
The full-moon forest breathed heavy with pine and wet earth. Mara ran barefoot, her thin nightgown plastered to her sweaty thighs. She knew she was being watched. Two enormous wolves glided between the trunks, eyes blazing with golden fire. Her heart raced,…
The afterparty in the big downtown loft had long since blown past midnight. Floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the glitter of the city, and the air inside smelled of expensive wine, fresh paint, and the faint sweat of dancing. I was leaning against a tall…
机舱灯光几小时前就调暗了，头等舱笼罩在柔和的蓝色微光和引擎低沉的嗡鸣声中。我更深地陷进宽大的皮质座椅里，真丝衬衫领口解开了扣子，高跟鞋被踢到脚垫下面某个地方。升舱已经……
我一走进品酒室就注意到了他。高个子，黑发恰到好处地垂在额前，挺括的白衬衫紧贴着他的肩膀。27岁的他眼中仍带着那种热切的渴望，那是许多年长的侍酒师多年前就已失去的。我……
宴会厅在水晶吊灯下熠熠生辉，空气中弥漫着昂贵的香水和低语的笑声。我站在丈夫理查德身边，穿着那件紧贴每一处曲线的黑色丝绸礼服。丝绸贴着肌肤，带来一丝凉意，但我的脸颊却……
暴雨砸在铁皮屋顶上，像是要砸穿它。狂风在老旧护林员小屋的屋檐间呼啸，吹得百叶窗哐哐作响。我赶在暴风雨全面来袭前，刚从上游步道巡查回来。制服湿透了，紧紧贴在……
游艇派对在我们头顶正酣，水晶杯轻碰，笑声如香槟般洒满甲板。我是这座浮动宫殿主人的特邀策展人，一袭紧身黑色鸡尾酒裙勾勒出我的曲线……
我连续三周埋首于取证工作。脖子像是焊死在肩膀上，每次坐下腰背都疼得厉害。所以当律所给我一张Meridian水疗中心的公司健康福利券时，我毫不犹豫地……
小屋外，狂风像活物一样呼啸着，把厚厚的雪花猛烈地吹打在窗户上，形成一场无情的白色风暴。屋内，石砌壁炉里的火焰噼啪作响，温暖地燃烧着，在木梁和一堆堆手稿上投下摇曳的影子……
牙科诊所里弥漫着清凉薄荷和温热电子设备的气味。墙壁上泛着柔和的蓝光，那张椅子看起来更像豪华休息椅而不是医疗设备。我坐在那里紧抓着扶手，心跳如擂鼓。新病人的紧张感总是……
品酒室在柔和的琥珀色灯光下泛着微光，最后一批客人早已离去。水晶杯仍回响着笑声与碰杯的余音。我整理了一下黑色真丝衬衫，心跳加速，锁上了最后一位客人身后的沉重橡木门。……
"God, the city lights look incredible from up here," I said, loosening my tie as I stepped into the penthouse office. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected her silhouette against the glowing skyline. She turned from the glass desk, her tailored skirt…
那次密宗瑜伽静修是我的主意，想在多年尘封的书本和寂静之后，安静地重新找回自己。三十五岁的我，即便在自己的皮囊里也像个图书馆员——整洁、拘谨，总是站在边缘旁观。马克，那个领队……
The fluorescent lights in the executive suite hummed low after everyone else had gone home. I was still hunched over my laptop, shoulders knotted so tight they felt like stone. Thirty-two years old, running a company that never slept, and tonight the numbers…
The evening in the woods smelled of pine needles and campfire smoke. My husband and I sat in the cramped tent, lit only by a flashlight and a couple of candles. After three days of a cold war on our camping trip, a glass of wine had finally broken the ice. I…
I sat in our living room in Sevastopol, the evening sun gilding the balcony. I was wearing that black dress Zhenya loves so much — form-fitting, with a deep neckline, underneath it a lace bra, crotchless panties, and sheer stockings. The camera on its tripod…
I drove up to the lake for the weekend, just to get away from the city. The sun was already sinking toward the water when she walked through the gate of the house next door—Marina, the thirty-five-year-old wife of my summer-neighbor. Her light summer dress…
I was standing in the cramped fitting room of the yoga studio, holding a pair of thin leggings, completely unable to tear my eyes away from her legs. Anna, our instructor, had just stepped out of the shower after class, wrapped in a tiny towel. Her feet were…
"No fucking way… Kirill? The same one who used to stare at my tits through the doorway?" Her low voice cut through the wedding noise. Marina. In an emerald dress that hugged her ripe figure like it had been painted on. She stepped closer, and I felt the…