Adriane interrupts your work with hungry kisses, dragging you into a steamy shower stall where skin meets skin under pounding water. Her teeth tease denim buttons, lips worship your throbbing cock as clothes pool on the floor. She shivers bare under your gaze—black lace torn away, smooth pussy glistening—before your …

John’s Valentine’s surprise wasn’t dessert—it was Paul’s sinful email, complete with a phone number and a smirk. "Your fantasy," my husband purred, watching me squirm at the thought of another man’s hands on me. One week later, I’m perched at a hotel bar in a skirt so short it barely contains my lace-thonged …