The afternoon sun, a lazy smear of orange and gold, bled through the kitchen window, warming the tiled floor where you, John, stood stirring a pot of simmering marinara. The scent of garlic and oregan
Hotwife (smiling softly, leaning close):“Baby, I’ve been thinking… I want to shift my dates home instead of running to hotels every time.” Cuck (eyes widening, voice low):“W-what? Here? At home? But…
Chapter 2 – The Suggestive Dance It was Rohan’s birthday party — one of Meera’s old college friends — and their living room was packed with people, music, and the warm buzz of wine and laughter. Raj s
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