. The night Jessica was introduced to her husband’s family it was in a rather unconventional way. Jessica had been married to her husband for about a year when she found herself in a situation that she never could have…
Ebony & Jack: Breaking Sissies One Whimper at a Time 💋 Ebony & Jack: Breaking Sissies One Whimper at a Time There’s something delicious about watching a man give up his pride. Something even sweeter when he does it for…
“Please, Bastian,” I panted, shame and need twisting together as I arched back, offering myself fully. “Fuck me. I need your cock now.” The words were raw, desperate, and they shattered the last of my restraint. With a guttural curse,…
His eyes flashed with something feral, a dangerous thrill, and before I could blink, he’d backed me against the balcony railing, the cold iron biting into my spine. His hand slid down my side, possessive and deliberate, until it gripped…
The humid night air clung to my skin like a lover’s breath, heavy with the scent of jasmine and the distant tang of saltwater from the bay. I stood on the wrought-iron balcony of the old Creole mansion, the sultry…
. The night Jessica was introduced to her husband’s family it was in a rather unconventional way. Jessica had been married to her husband for about a year when she found herself in a situation that she never could have…
Ebony & Jack: Breaking Sissies One Whimper at a Time 💋 Ebony & Jack: Breaking Sissies One Whimper at a Time There’s something delicious about watching a man give up his pride. Something even sweeter when he does it for…
“Please, Bastian,” I panted, shame and need twisting together as I arched back, offering myself fully. “Fuck me. I need your cock now.” The words were raw, desperate, and they shattered the last of my restraint. With a guttural curse,…
His eyes flashed with something feral, a dangerous thrill, and before I could blink, he’d backed me against the balcony railing, the cold iron biting into my spine. His hand slid down my side, possessive and deliberate, until it gripped…
The humid night air clung to my skin like a lover’s breath, heavy with the scent of jasmine and the distant tang of saltwater from the bay. I stood on the wrought-iron balcony of the old Creole mansion, the sultry…