Oral

Months after my breakup, she messaged me, talked about my cock without holding back and ended up on her knees that same night with an indecent proposal.

I was twenty-three when I went to spend my vacation with Aunt Renata—and one night I understood why she’d been looking at me differently since Sunday dinner.

She dropped onto the sofa with that deceptively calm air, and when my hands moved down her back, I knew I wasn’t going to stop.

I got separated from my friends, accepted a drink from some tourists, and when I came to my senses I was already on my knees in the sand surrounded by men.

The message arrived at noon: that night I had to take my wife to the hotel and wait in the adjoining room, facing a switched-on screen.

I went to the bathroom to get myself a little worked up, but the man who had been watching me already had other plans for me.

After a minor mistake, her punishment ends not in tears but in a shower where obedience turns into pure hunger.

I closed the door, and he already had me against the wall; everything we’d written about for weeks was finally going to happen without restraint.

After coming in the shower, I never imagined that night would end between two men ready to give me exactly what I wanted most.

I closed the bathroom window so I wouldn't repeat my mistake, but when someone knocked on the glass, I knew he had been thinking about me all night too.

When the phone vibrated, I was already wet; I knew he was waiting in the same bathroom, with haste, contempt, and the cock I had never learned to refuse.

We sat facing each other in first class, and before the next stop I was already trembling over what she was letting me see beneath the table.

I closed my eyes to relax, but when his hands moved down my back, I knew I wouldn't be ending that night asleep.

After saying goodbye to my son at the terminal, I was alone with his best friend and could no longer pretend I didn’t desire him.

I wasn’t ready for him to penetrate me, but when I pulled down his zipper and saw him hard in front of me, I knew I was about to cross another line.

I entered the wrong office by mistake, but when the doctor locked the door, I knew I wouldn’t leave the same way.

It all began on the stairs, with questions that were far too intimate and a curiosity that soon turned into pure horniness.

I noticed him nervous behind me, his hands on my waist and a question that could change the entire night.

I arrived before he did, lit the candles, and left the door ajar for a date there was no turning back from.

When she shut the office door and asked me to look her in the eyes, I knew we weren’t going to talk about work alone.