Author: AstroSpoken

Lana’s Lust Pt. 1 [Gangbang][Older/Younger][Older Men][Younger Woman]

***ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+***

“Ah-Augh!” A feminine voice cries out, moaning loudly over a rhythmic clapping. Her eyebrows knit together as waves of pleasure flows from her sore muscles and throbbing pussy, overlapping the pain of sore muscles all over her body. Surrounding her are four older gentlemen resurrecting her sex life, something that died years ago. She thanks her sultry saviors with submission, offering them her body and its holes, allowing them to do as they wish. Of course, they do so, selfishly yanking and pulling her body in various directions. “Ungh!” She cries as the man ravishing her pussy pulls her head back, making a fist out of her long jet black mane. Meanwhile, his other hand smacks her ass, leaving a large red imprint on her small hip. “Faughck! You’re so rough- Gugh!” The tiny fair-skinned minx complains, a girthy cock interrupting her comment by introducing itself to her mouth.

“Ah, much better. You young sluts always talk too much, don’t they boys?” The owner of the cock shoving itself down the woman’s throat states, slowly thrusting his hips forward in an attempt to fit another inch. His hands cup the minx’s face, thumbs spreading her soft fluffy cheeks as fingers dig into her scalp. They hold her head in place, keeping it still as his cock becomes accommodated with her mouth. Read more »

Lana’s Lust Pt. 1 [Gangbang][Older/Younger][Older Men][Younger Woman]

***ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+***

“Ah-Augh!” A feminine voice cries out, moaning loudly over a rhythmic clapping. Her eyebrows knit together as waves of pleasure flows from her sore muscles and throbbing pussy, overlapping the pain of sore muscles all over her body. Surrounding her are four older gentlemen resurrecting her sex life, something that died years ago. She thanks her sultry saviors with submission, offering them her body and its holes, allowing them to do as they wish. Of course, they do so, selfishly yanking and pulling her body in various directions. “Ungh!” She cries as the man ravishing her pussy pulls her head back, making a fist out of her long jet black mane. Meanwhile, his other hand smacks her ass, leaving a large red imprint on her small hip. “Faughck! You’re so rough- Gugh!” The tiny fair-skinned minx complains, a girthy cock interrupting her comment by introducing itself to her mouth.

“Ah, much better. You young sluts always talk too much, don’t they boys?” The owner of the cock shoving itself down the woman’s throat states, slowly thrusting his hips forward in an attempt to fit another inch. His hands cup the minx’s face, thumbs spreading her soft fluffy cheeks as fingers dig into her scalp. They hold her head in place, keeping it still as his cock becomes accommodated with her mouth. Read more »

Charlotte And Her New Coworkers (Part 1)

**Chapter 1**

“Stop! Cut it out!” Charlotte shrieks as she dodges yet another lunge towards her waist. She dances across the floor, trying her best to escape but to no avail. Frantically she breathes, trying her best to button up her shirt that by now is missing more than just a few buttons. Of course, this leaves her lower body exposed, causing the assailant to aim at her luscious legs. Fortunately, she dodges once again, giving her enough time to make a break for it.

“I’m serious! Quit it!” Charlotte begs while putting together the remaining buttons on her shirt. Quickly, she bends down and tries to pick up her jeans, the last piece of clothing she needs. However, in doing so, the blonde beauty flashes her attacker a captivating sight of ripe cheeks barely covered.

Charlotte’s puffy slit peeks at the assailant through the basic black panties. A few wet marks along the slit, with a few short trails trickling down her thighs. This view is more than enough to rejuvenate the downed attacker, motivating them to regain his balance and push onward. And just like that, he’s on the prowl again, hunting the distracted damsel. Read more »

[MF] Chasing Charlotte: Part I (Non-Con)

“Stop! Cut it out!” Charlotte shrieks as she dodges yet another lunge towards her waist. She dances across the floor, trying her best to escape but to no avail. Frantically she breathes, trying her best to button up her shirt that by now is missing more than just a few buttons. Of course, this leaves her lower body exposed, causing the assailant to aim at her luscious legs. Fortunately, she dodges once again, giving her enough time to make a break for it.

“I’m serious! Quit it!” Charlotte begs while putting together the remaining buttons on her shirt. Quickly, she bends down and tries to pick up her jeans, the last piece of clothing she needs. However, in doing so, the blonde beauty flashes her attacker a captivating sight of ripe cheeks barely covered.

Charlotte’s puffy slit peeks at the assailant through the basic black panties. A few wet marks along the slit, with a few short trails trickling down her thighs. This view is more than enough to rejuvenate the downed attacker, motivating them to regain his balance and push onward. And just like that, he’s on the prowl again, hunting the distracted damsel. Read more »

She Should’ve Known Better Than To Take The Busy Today.

Running late for work, the woman danced around the house with one-legged hops, alternating between legs until both feet were completely through the slots of her pants. Meanwhile, her arms flailing across the room, one busy with the toothbrush in her mouth while the other was punching keys upon her phone’s screen in desperation to send a message to someone, anyone, that she would certainly be late today. Somehow she manages through the chaos, able to make it out in one piece but most importantly fitted sensibly for her job. The only obstacle left was the dreaded bus ride that would indeed be jammed back with other tardy bodies who failed to prepare promptly for their daily careers. Cursing softly to herself, she makes her way out the door, her flats tapping against the ground as her heels swing in her hand, dangling off the light curled grasps of her fingertips.
“Better late than never.” An individual who passes her greets as she flies past him. But obviously, they had no clue of her boss, none at all. The assertion and strictness of his nature, along with his quickness to punish any minor infraction severely. He is feared as much as he is well respected. And it is out of such respect that she tries her best to meet his every demand, along with the significant praises he offers her following every completed task. Never before had she found herself in such a predicament, but little did she know that it could always get worse. Read more »