Oral

A broken wheel left us alone in the forest, and when she appeared naked among the branches, I knew the journey would never end the same way.

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.

The moans through the wall left me dripping, so I decided to wake my man in the dirtiest way I knew.

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.

In the early hours, I felt her return to bed, breathing hard. When I turned around, I saw her touching herself beneath the sheet, thinking I was asleep.

He sat beside me when the theater was half empty, and within minutes my body had already said yes before my mind could.

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 ran into her by chance, she gave me her number, and a week later she opened the door with a smile that already promised trouble.

Every night I listened to her moan with other men; when she finally looked at me differently in the hallway, I knew I would be next.

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

My friend closed the door, looked at the men in the living room, and said that anyone who wanted to fuck should step forward. I was already wet before it began.

I went into the sauna alone and came out trembling, with the taste of a strange couple still clinging to my skin and an unforgettable confession.

I came home furious, disrespected my wife, and saw her slipper slip from her foot. That was when I knew the night no longer belonged to 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 restrained her to stop her beating another woman, only to end up on my knees, aching, aroused, and completely at the mercy of her smile.

When she showed up without her daughter and asked me to watch the sunset, I knew the night wouldn’t end with just sand and wine.

When she lifted her skirt on the highway and let the truckers watch, I knew this trip would be anything but innocent.

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