[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

“More! More!” I beg. My body craves this like a drug addict in withdrawal. I try to raise my bare hips to meet him, but the ropes dig into my flesh, rubbing and tearing the skin. “I don’t think you can handle more,” Thomas says. I whimper. “Please, Sir. Please give me more.” “That’s it, baby, beg for me,” he answers in a low voice, his fingers teasing my entrance and making me even wetter. “Please, Sir! Please give it to me!” “How much do you need it?” he draws this out. He slips one finger into me and I moan. He slowly moves it and I try to make him go faster, thrusting my hips to meet his hand. His other arm pins me down, restraining my movements. “How much do you need it?” he repeats, sliding a second finger in. “VERY!” I cry out. A third finger enters and he starts to move them faster. “Tell me how you want me to give it,” he growls. “GIVE IT TO ME ROUGH!” I holler.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Лидия Мартин.Момиче чийто живот върви по вода cе променя коренно само след едно парти.Дали ще върне отново нормалният си живот или ще остави на любовта да я води?

Нее тази история не е за доброто момиче което се влюбва в лошото момче и обърква животът си... Нее не е и за слабото момиче което се реже и има нужда от спасение... По-простичко е аз имам нужда само от секс... Много секс. Внимание! Историята съдържа вулгарен език и секс сцени всеки чете на собствена отговорност!

Ирен Прескот е обикновено момиче, което живее спокойно в уютния си дом с двамата си родители. Докато не навършва осемнадесет години... Тогава всичко започва да се разпада.

В едно корумпирано общноство, млади момичета се продават на мъжете просто като обекти на удоволствие и те се съхраняват толкова дълго, колкото мъжете пожелаят. Но нещата вземат обрат, когато разглезен син ,на богат бизнесмен, пресича пътя си с нещастно момиче , принудени в усукания свят на кукличките.( baby dolls )

Казват, че момичето трябва да бъде като пеперудата - красива за наблюдаване, но трудна за хващане. Аз успях да уловя най-красивата пеперуда, която съм виждал някога... Мелъди бе всичко за мен и въпреки, че я спечелих с лъжа, чувствата ми към нея бяха истински. Дали обаче тя успя да разбере това? Дали ми прости, когато научи най-страшната ми тайна? Или ме изостави съсипан и продължи живота си без мен? А може би аз бях този, който съсипа нея...

- Не можеш да ме защитиш от всичко. - Мога да опитам. *Историята се превежда* All Rights Reserved to H28

,,Забавно е как си мислиш,че притежаваш невинност.Непокътнатост.А същевременно си готова на всичко,за да ти дам това,което те превръща в разкрепостена мръсница.Би дала всичко,за да те чукам,докато получиш мощен оргазъм,нали така,Лондън Клайд?-погледа му беше подигравателен.Знаеше как ми въздейства и се възползваше от слабостта ми.Мразех го.От дъното на душата си.Но въпреки това бях готова да му поднеса всичко,което желае, само с едно кимване на глава.Това негово действие върху мен беше като разрушителен ураган,който унищожаваше всичко по пътя си.''Невинност''? Що за понятие е това,когато аз се превърнах в пълен антипод на всичко непорочно?''