Oral

I still remember how she looked at me before getting off the bed and quietly telling me that, that night, her entire body was mine.

We locked eyes during the concert, and I saw nothing else that night. When he whispered in my ear in the bathrooms, I already knew he’d end up in my hotel room.

I heard them fucking in our bed until dawn, but the worst part wasn’t hearing her moan with him—it was discovering what I wanted too.

I closed the curtain to try on a dress and ended up drenched, my back to the mirror, watching his erection outgrow his trousers.

Nuria messaged me in the afternoon: “Elena’s coming from Bilbao for a couple of days. Dinner at home. I think you’d like to meet her.” There was no need to ask anything else.

I sucked his cock under the table, never imagining it was only the beginning of a night in which I’d be displayed for everyone.

I walked two kilometers along the shore looking for someone who could make me forget my name. Beside the eucalyptus, I saw him lying there, with balls like a bull.

They promised me “all their attention” after lunch, and when I closed the bedroom door, I realized they planned to torment me before letting me fuck them.

I watched him stop beside the bench to tie his shoelace, and within seconds I stopped thinking like a runner and started looking like a horny man.

During the week I needed another cock, and that Saturday I turned a fight with my husband into the perfect excuse to fulfill my dirtiest fantasy.

After coming several times, my pussy was still throbbing with one fixed idea: stop touching myself alone and ask her to come for me.

When we saw her take the stage in that dress clinging to her body, I knew we'd bid to the limit to have her between the three of us.

I went in for a haircut before leave and came out knowing who would suck me, who would open his ass for me, and who I’d end up with in a car.

When she told me she wanted to practice with me before attending a workshop, I knew that night would be unlike any other.

I tied his wrists so I could take charge for the first time, but as he obeyed, I discovered that the real control wasn't mine.

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.

We never made it to the hotel: the moment we saw the empty alley, I knew he was going to fuck me right there against the wall.

I went back to the garage with a flimsy excuse and a skirt that was too short; they immediately understood I wasn’t there for the car.

She led me from the porch to the bathroom without letting go of my hand, locked the door, and looked at me in the mirror as if she already knew how it would end.

I left the bathroom still wet between my legs, and he knew from my face that remembering other men had left me trembling.