He could hardly speak, his voice a breathy mess of pleasure and pain. “Y-yes, Mistress,” he managed, his eyes rolling back in his head as she picked up the pace. His body was her plaything now, and she reveled in…

“This isn’t a poem. It’s an alibi.” Journee doesn’t write erotica. She breathes it into your ears while you forget how to breathe. Thick. Slow. Ruthless. This is more than face-sitting — it’s full-body submission in verse form. Just listen.…

Nova slid into her seat in the front row, situating herself directly in Mr. Hart’s line of vision as he stood at the front of the classroom writing equations on the chalkboard. She knew he couldn’t resist sneaking glances her…

Smith released K9 again, who licked her clean, his tongue exploring every crevice. Molly’s pussy was wet, her body responding to the taboo act. K9 tasted it, his tongue licking up her juices. Smith watched, his cock throbbing with need.…

Tony didn’t answer. Instead, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock standing tall and proud. He spread her thick thighs apart, the act requiring considerable effort now, and aligned himself with her glistening pussy. As he pushed into her,…