Forbidden fruit tastes sweetest when you're not supposed to take a bite. These naughty scenarios explore the intoxicating thrill of secret encounters where rules are meant to be broken. Guilty pleasure reaches delicious new heights as partners risk everything for stolen moments of passion.
Ben was cooling off in the backyard pool, minding his own business, when Lani rolled in from school. He never noticed. So when the sun got too hot he stepped into the outdoor shower bare-ass naked for a quick rinse. Lani caught the whole show through the kitchen window. Her eyes locked on his thick cock swinging under the spray and she just stood there staring like she’d found buried treasure. Then Ben glanced up, they locked eyes, and the awkward meter hit eleven. He scrambled inside with a towel barely covering anything, muttering some half-ass apology. Lani’s face went red, but so did the rest of her. She told him straight up that seeing his big dick had her wet. Ben tried the “we can’t do this” speech, but the second she popped her heavy tits out and pressed his hand against them, the speech died in his throat. His fingers squeezed, her nipples went stiff, and the next thing either of them knew his cock was in her grip. She dropped to her knees, tongue swirling, spit running down his shaft while she stroked him with both hands. When she stood and bent over the counter, pussy lips puffy and glistening, Ben lined up and sank in deep. He grabbed her hips and pounded, stretching that tight hole with every thrust. Lani moaned loud, toes curling against the tile, cumming hard around him once, twice, again, until her legs shook. Finally Ben pulled out, jerked twice, and painted her pretty face with thick ropes of cum that dripped off her chin onto her tits.
Ben was cooling off in the backyard pool, minding his own business, when Lani rolled in from school. He never noticed. So when the sun got too hot he stepped into the outdoor shower bare-ass naked for a quick rinse. Lani caught the whole show through the kitchen window. Her eyes locked on his thick cock swinging under the spray and she just stood there staring like she’d found buried treasure. Then Ben glanced up, they locked eyes, and the awkward meter hit eleven. He scrambled inside with a towel barely covering anything, muttering some half-ass apology. Lani’s face went red, but so did the rest of her. She told him straight up that seeing his big dick had her wet. Ben tried the “we can’t do this” speech, but the second she popped her heavy tits out and pressed his hand against them, the speech died in his throat. His fingers squeezed, her nipples went stiff, and the next thing either of them knew his cock was in her grip. She dropped to her knees, tongue swirling, spit running down his shaft while she stroked him with both hands. When she stood and bent over the counter, pussy lips puffy and glistening, Ben lined up and sank in deep. He grabbed her hips and pounded, stretching that tight hole with every thrust. Lani moaned loud, toes curling against the tile, cumming hard around him once, twice, again, until her legs shook. Finally Ben pulled out, jerked twice, and painted her pretty face with thick ropes of cum that dripped off her chin onto her tits.
