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Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I sat on the edge of the king bed in the low-lit room, heart pounding as Jordyn and Katie stood before me in matching black lace lingerie. Jordyn's curves filled out the bra and thong perfectly, her full breasts straining the cups while the thin straps of her thong disappeared between smooth ass cheeks. Katie was slimmer but no less stunning, her pert nipples visible through sheer fabric and the crotch of her panties already damp against her shaved mound.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I pulled up to the studio feeling that strange twist in my gut the second I killed the engine. It was the same sharp pull I always got around beautiful women, but stronger this time, like my body already knew what the afternoon would turn into. I grabbed my camera bag, shook it off, and walked inside.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The crescendo hit them with the force of a physical blow, a sudden, blinding surge that left them both breathless and clinging to one another as if they were drowning. Jake’s movements stuttered, his body locking up for a long, shivering moment before he collapsed forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck. The silence that followed was heavy, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic thud of a basketball hitting a rim in the gym and the sound of their lungs fighting to reclaim the air.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
"Wait," Jake whispered, his hand freezing on the doorframe. He reached back, his fingers grazing the small of Hannah's back to pull her back into the shadows of the closet for one more second. He reached into his pocket and produced the screwdriver, holding it up like a trophy. "I actually managed to snag it before we went in. I'm not that much of a disaster."
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
“We can't do this again," he whispered, though the way his eyes lingered on the curve of her waist suggested he was lying to himself.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
"You're a disaster," Jake murmured, his voice still carrying a trace of that guttural rasp. He didn't move away, instead keeping his forehead pressed against hers, the two of them existing in a small, humid pocket of space amidst the cold machinery.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
"You know," she said, her voice humming with a playful current, "I think the amplifier actually sounds better when it's a little bit pushed. A bit of distortion gives it character."
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
"Do you think the internal wiring on these old amplifiers is actually copper, or just some cheap alloy?" Jake didn't look up from the workbench, his fingers delicately maneuvering a soldering iron. He was obsessed with the tactile history of audio equipment, the way a vacuum tube glowed with a low, amber warmth that felt more like a living thing than a piece of circuitry. The garage smelled of ozone and old dust, a sanctuary where time seemed to move slower than it did in the rest of the house. He liked the predictability of these machines; if something was broken, there was always a physical reason for it, a loose connection or a blown capacitor that could be identified and replaced with a steady hand.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Through the Hole — Part 2
I slept in pieces. Every time I woke up my hand was already between my legs, like my body had made a decision my mouth hadn’t signed. The shower from Wednesday night hadn’t done what I needed it to do. I could still feel the floor in my knees. I made coffee at 6:50 and drank it standing at the sink looking at his mug from Sunday, the one with the chipped handle he refuses to throw away.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The scent of her – a potent mix of exertion and desire – filled my nostrils as I gripped Holly's waist. Her hips, already damp with our shared pleasure, bucked instinctively against me, a rhythm that was both primal and perfectly synced. We’d been at it for hours, exploring every curve and crevice of our insatiable desire, and the bedsheets were a tangled testament to our marathon of intimacy. My own reserves were running thin, my muscles aching in the most delicious way possible, but Holly was a creature of pure, unadulterated passion tonight.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Holly, a vision of tangled blonde hair and flushed skin, bit her lip, her eyes blazing into mine. "You make me so horny," she purred, her voice a husky whisper that clawed at my insides. A slow, knowing smile played on her lips, a silent challenge that I was more than eager to meet.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The low hum of the cafe was a distant drone, a counterpoint to the insistent beat throbbing beneath the table. My fingers, slick with the remnants of my latte, danced across Holly’s inner thigh. Each sweep and press was a silent instruction, a private language spoken only between us. Her eyes, usually so sharp and analytical as she reviewed her latest architectural sketches, were now half-lidded, a smoky haze clouding their focus. A faint flush crept up her neck, painting her skin a delicious rose.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Filthy