#cunnilingus

It had been a week since that night—her first time touching herself, her first solo orgasm. We hadn't rushed anything after that. We didn’t need to. Something had opened up between us, and it was still blooming—slowly, beautifully. That night, we were lying in bed again. The wind outside had...

The moment Anne walked into the staff room, I knew I was in trouble. Not just because she was married, or because I was in a relationship too, but because the way she looked at me with those mischievous eyes made it impossible to think straight. She was a walking temptation, her short...