Carianne

She turns to throw the empty peel into the trash, and my gaze flits down to sneak a peek at her figure. I don’t mean to be a creep, and I don’t even really think of Carianne that way, but workout clothes are my weakness. And the way her bright blue sportsbra slips out from beneath the edges of her tank top, and the way her even brighter green stretch leggings hug her ass... well, it’s certainly delightful.

Leann

“You’re a disgusting pervert, Squeegee.” She frowns, grabbing a glass from the cabinet behind her. “You’ve got a micropenis and shriveled up little balls, I know it. What’s it like, being unable to please a woman?” As she reaches up, she slaps her ass, swings her hips to side.

Kelsey

I’m not usually like this, I swear. But as his hand journeys upwards from my knee, I suck down air anticipating what’s to come. I’m attuned to his touch, aware of every contour in his fingerprints as they describe gentle circles on my thighs. With each swoop and swerve, he grows bolder, dancing closer to my heat. His trepidation teases me. I can see it in his face, his excited nervousness, that frightened little boy look, reaching for something he knows isn’t his.

Cara

“I’ve been waiting this whole time, trying to get you alone. I think you’ll be fun to fuck. My mom did say I should be nice to you, and what’s nicer than slobbering all over your cock? Plus, I’ve never been with a married guy before, let alone a trophy husband.”

Addison

The dean leans forward to peer over his desk. Below her jacket she’s wearing bright green pants, made from a sporty fabric. They cling to her, couldn’t be any tighter if they were painted on, but they don’t seem out of line. Addison’s legs are crossed, and he meets her gaze, sees the rebelliousness in her expression, knows how she behaves when she gets that way.