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My Boss Fucked Me Like a Slave
I’d been working as his personal secretary for six months when it finally happened. Mr. Reynolds is 42, tall, broad, always in perfect suits that hide how built he is underneath—thick arms, powerful chest, the kind of man who commands a room without raising his voice. I’m 24, petite, with curves he never tried to hide staring at during meetings. The late nights at the office had been building tension for weeks: his hand brushing my thigh under the desk, whispered orders that sounded too intimate, the way he’d lock the door when it was just us.
The Doctor Who Fucks Mature Women
It was late October, and I’d been seeing Dr. Elias Kane for routine check-ups ever since my divorce two years ago. He’s 38, tall, lean but powerfully built, with salt-and-pepper hair, sharp jawline, and those calm, commanding green eyes that always seemed to see right through my clothes. I’m 46, still in good shape—full breasts, wide hips, thick thighs—but after menopause hit, my body felt different: hotter, needier, more sensitive in ways I hadn’t expected. I’d catch myself fantasizing about him during exams, the way his gloved hands moved so confidently over my skin.
I Gave It to the Muscular Repairman
The dishwasher had been leaking for days, and I finally called the building’s maintenance service on a sweltering Friday afternoon in June. I was home alone, working from my living room in nothing but a thin white tank top and tiny black yoga shorts no bra, no panties, hair tied up messily because of the heat. I’m 27, curvy in all the right places, and I knew exactly how I looked when the doorbell rang.
My Neighbor Fucked Me Hard
It was a scorching Saturday afternoon last July, and the whole building was empty because most people had gone away for the weekend. I’m 28, single, living alone on the third floor, and my neighbor from across the hall, Murat, is this 35-year-old divorced guy—tall, broad-shouldered, always shirtless in the hallway carrying groceries, with that thick bulge always visible in his sweatpants. I’d caught him staring at my ass in my tight leggings plenty of times, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t tease him on purpose, bending over slowly when I knew he was watching.
