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I went to the club expecting a few drinks and ended up on my knees, my mouth full and my body asking for more than I thought I could take.

My friend went off with his girlfriend and left me alone with his mother; when the door closed, the tension in the kitchen changed completely.

She was asleep in bed. I left the bathroom with my towel knotted around me, crossed the hall, and found him waiting as if he knew I’d come looking for him.

I went to work as a waitress for a few hours at a house with a pool, but the way they looked at me from the moment I arrived made it clear nobody wanted just a drink.

No one had ever sucked my cock in front of so many people. And the worst was still to come: what that shameless redhead would do to me at the last cove.

When she opened the apartment door and looked us up and down, I understood that our fantasy was no longer just dinner-table talk.

Camila was waiting for me with a party for thirty close friends. What I didn’t expect was finding a blonde in the shower or ending the night between two strangers.

First they sought him out out of curiosity; afterward, out of addiction. In that neighborhood, any order could end with the door closed and legs spread.

I went upstairs to the bathroom with one of them, never imagining I’d leave trembling, satisfied, and still burning all over.

When I woke up, all three women were naked beside my bed, smiling as if they had already decided how far they wanted to go with me.

I put on the dress he chose, and when I felt the stares fixed on my ass, I understood why my husband was turned on by exhibiting me.

When Mateo sat me between him and his friend Iván, and both hands began sliding up my thighs at once, I knew the invitation to the bar was something else.

I rented the room, douched, and turned on the erotic channel. At exactly two, someone knocked: it was him, sweaty from work, his bulge already showing beneath his pants.

The elevator stopped between floors, and the silence filled with filthy confessions, heated glances, and arousal no one wanted to stop.

I left my number on the supermarket receipt and thought she wouldn't dare. At five fifteen, the doorbell rang at my penthouse.

She only wanted to overcome her fear, but every photo and command pushed her into an unforgettable anal initiation.

I thought the night was over, until her hand returned to my cock and she ordered me to follow her naked to her room.

I went to that club expecting drinks and an overdue encounter, but left in a car with two men who had already decided how they wanted to use me.

I thought the night would end on our terrace, but he had already decided how far he would take my obedience.

When she served me a beer and put her hand on my fly, I realized she’d been deliberately letting herself be seen through that window for days.