Oral

I parked beside the house, lit a cigarette, and when she came out braless beneath her blouse, I knew our first date wouldn't end with simple conversation.

I entered the hotel to escape the heat, but it was his voice that stripped me bare first and made me want to kneel.

I agreed to let him drive me home after the party, but when he parked in the darkness, I realized that night was going to put me to the test.

Under the duvet, after making her come several times, she whispered that she wanted me to slowly open her ass without ever looking away.

I was twenty-seven and hungry for everything. He had broad hands, gray eyes, and a cock that, that afternoon, still didn’t know it would be tasted before dawn.

I went down to the lobby wearing my jersey and came back up with a man who intended to fuck me in front of my husband.

My wife was only supposed to let herself be watched, but when she saw him touching himself in the armchair, she whispered that we shouldn’t leave him out.

I told him I was going home, but I turned the car around before leaving the parking lot and went straight back to fulfill everything we’d spent weeks getting each other hot over.

I saw her walking at sunset, and when she spoke to me, I knew that night would be unlike any other in my life.

She left the cake untouched, brushed against me under the table, and smiled as if she had already chosen how the night would end.

I’ve tried many ways of fucking, but nothing turns me on like being caught between two bodies determined to use me and pleasure me at the same time.

I saw him on the beach, we drank together that night, and when I closed the hotel door, I knew I'd end up on my knees sucking him without restraint.

She threw me out of her bed at dawn, but in the kitchen she looked at me differently—and I knew she still wanted me to make her misbehave.

I was hiding in a cabinet with my phone recording when she knelt before the professor and I realized it was only the beginning.

I went into the cinema alone, heart racing, and within minutes I had a stranger’s hand on my ass and my eyes fixed on men fucking between the seats.

Bruno summoned me to Inferno with a clear order, and when the other man touched me on the dance floor, I knew I wouldn’t leave intact.

When I arrived at that house, I never imagined I’d end up naked among mature women, expert tongues, and a guest watching from the doorway.

I masturbated in the shower thinking about his return, but I never imagined what he’d do to me once we closed the hotel-room door.

When I knocked the trays to the floor, the door opened, and everything we'd planned turned into an afternoon far dirtier than expected.

When she came to our door for dinner, my wife already knew what she wanted: to see her spread-legged on our sofa before midnight.