“we   shouldn't   be   doing   this.”   pandora   murmured   against   their   lips,   but   half   a   second   later   was   deepening   the   kiss.   she   felt   their   hands   move   down   her   hips   and   moaned   softly   …   never   wanting   it   to   end.   the   thought   of   missing   a   customer   at   the   front   desk   and   getting   fired   was   at   the   back   of   her   mind,   but   it   might   be   worth   it.   the   cameras   were   broken   again,   anyway.

WHILE HIS STAY AT THE MOTEL HAD BEEN UNPLANNED, THIS WAS NOT. Ever since Antonio checked in, the front desk clerk had been an object of his affections. Displaced and needing a cheap place to stay, Antonio had stumbled upon the motel. The cute girl was just an added plus. “Mmm, we can stop if you want.” Antonio murmured, his lips pressing kisses against her jaw before they melted their mouths together. His hand slid between her thigh, fingers dancing over the apex. “Something tells me you don’t wanna stop.” Antonio smiled against her lips before he deepened it further.

Rolling her eyes at the sound of his voice along with him repeating that this was done, Samantha didn't believe that. Seeing the way he looked at her the last time she was over -- his eyes were telling a different story. At least in her opinion. With her boyfriend on a small 'boys trip' for the weekend, and making sure that Marcel's wife wasn't around, of course she used that as her advantage to sneak into his bedroom, undressing down to her red lace bra and matching panties. "C'mon. We both know that's bullshit. Are you really getting the satisfaction that you need from your wife lately? You look a little tense. Or are you just thinking about me in order to get off while you're with her? Because that's what I've been doing."

THE PARALLEL FEELING OF GUILT AND LUST HAS THE OLDER MAN’S HEAD SPINNING. On the one hand, he knows how incredible wrong this all is—age gap aside, Samantha was his son’s girlfriend. He’s listened to his son spill how in love he was with the blond, how he felt like he’d finally met the one. All the while, Marcel was thinking about how she looked with a mouth full of his own cock or the pretty sounds she made the first time he pressed inside of her. On the other hand, she looks damn good in the red lace of that matching set. It set his nerves on edge, his teeth gritted against the sudden desirous urge within him. “Don’t say anything about my wife.” Marcel warned, and despite his best efforts he couldn’t help but admire her perfect her breasts looked. “You think this is some cute little game, Samantha? You think you can just sneak into my bedroom that I share with my wife anytime you feel like it?” What she said was true—despite trying not to, the few times he did have sex with his wife his mind would always drift back to her. When he was filling his wife with his seed he always imagined it was Samantha he was cumming inside of instead. The towel around his waist didn’t do a good job of hiding the rise of his arousal. “I’m going to give you five seconds to get up, get your clothes, and get out of my room.”

yasira couldn't keep her eyes off of him. the gold chains laying against his bare skin, those broad shoulders, and the way his sweatpants hung beneath his waistline. it surged a deep, twisting hunger in her core. already feeling her thighs ache for him. it wasn't just a throb - it was more like a pulse that matched her own heartbeat just begging to be filled. her glossy lips partyed, letting out a quiet gasp. it's still yours. damn, did she love hearing that. her dainty hand reaching out to massage his bulge slowly. yasira had gotten exactly what she wanted. she didn't really care about the heels, especially not when he looked like he was seconds away from devouring her. "i miss it...i need it so bad." she squeezed his length desperate to get ride of any layers of fabric between them. her lips press a messy kiss against his own. "you always fuck me so good, baby...you know this pussy is still all yours." she mumbled between wet kisses. "can i have it, baby? please?" yasira nearly begs with that breathy, sultry voice. "i need to feel you deep inside of me."

SECONDS AWAY FROM DEVOURING HER IS EXACTLY WHO HE FELT. Especially when she came in looking as good as she did in that moment. The dress was practically made to be ripped off of her specifically by his own hands. That dainty hand finding his bulge to massage at his length brought a smirk to his lips, heat pooling within him. The sensation sent blood surging south, filling out his length as it got grew and hardened beneath her touch. His lips find hers easily, falling into the familiarity of the rhythm of their kiss, like the two of them hadn't missed a beat at all. The taste of her lips, the press of her curvy body against his own, all of it was something Novian had missed more than he would ever care to admit. His hands settle on the swell of her ass; grabbing, groping, squeezing the thick mounds of flesh. He groaned at her words, his dick giving a needy throb beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. This pussy is still all yours. "Hell yeah you can, baby." Novian said roughly against her lips, walking her back towards the bed as his fingers pulled down the zipper of her dress.

HARLEM (2025)

REIGN S01E19 • Toy Soldiers

FIRE COUNTRY Fare Thee Well

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