Chapters tagged interracial

by SeniorGooner

Chapter 4

Eve’s stomach growled—loud, insistent, embarrassing. The hour of frantic self-exploration had burned through whatever energy Ethan had left in his old body, and this new one was apparently ravenous. Starving. For food. For something else. She sat up on the wrecked sheets, thighs...

by SeniorGooner

Chapter 5

Eve’s big blue eyes stayed locked on the massive, throbbing cock jutting between them like a weapon. Eleven inches of thick, dark, upward-curving perfection—veins bulging like ropes, the fat head already leaking a thick bead of precum that slowly dripped down the shaft. It was so...

by SeniorGooner

Chapter 6

Eve barely registered the words leaving her mouth—just a soft, dazed “yes please” that came out more whimper than sentence. Her legs felt like jelly, pussy still fluttering around the thick load Rick had pumped deep inside her, cum slowly leaking down her thick thighs in warm, st...

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Chapter 7

Rick carried Eve into the master bedroom like she belonged there—towel barely clinging to her dripping curves, platinum hair leaving wet trails across his shoulder. The room smelled like him: clean sheets, faint cologne, the lingering musk of a man who owned every inch of this sp...

by SeniorGooner

Chapter 8

Eve waited until the rhythm of Rick's breathing steadied, then carefully slipped free. Every movement sent fresh sparks through her oversensitive body—thighs sticking together with drying cum, pussy lips swollen and tender, ass cheeks still stinging from slaps and grips. She stoo...

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Chapter 12

Ethan’s thumb hovered over the keyboard like it was a loaded gun. Eve’s voice was a constant, silky whisper in his skull, pushing every filthy button he had. Do it. Go full throttle. Make him ache for us. We own this now. Ethan exhaled shakily… and let her take the wheel just e...

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Chapter 13

Ethan woke up the next morning feeling like he'd been hit by a truck made of guilt, cum, and bad decisions. His sheets were crusty in places he didn't want to think about, his phone was still open to the filthy thread with Rick, and Eve was humming contentedly in the back of his...

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Chapter 14

Ethan escaped to work as soon as he could, slipping out the side door before his mom could ask more questions or Rick could give him one of those knowing looks that made his stomach twist. GameStop was dead — the usual midweek slump. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as he...

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Chapter 15

Ethan stood frozen in the middle of the basement, staring at the closed bathroom door like it was a portal to hell — or heaven, depending on which voice in his head was currently winning. Steam curled under the doorframe. The shower hissed steadily. DeQuan’s deep, cocky baritone...

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Chapter 16

DeQuan froze. His dark eyes widened — shock, confusion, and unmistakable heat warring across his face as he took in the tiny blonde bombshell splayed out on the bed: tits heaving, thighs trembling, fingers still pumping in and out of a glistening pink pussy. “Who the fuck…?” Hi...

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Chapter 17

Eve lay face-down on Ethan’s bed, chest heaving, thick ass still raised slightly as warm ropes of DeQuan’s cum cooled across her pale cheeks, lower back, and the curve of her spine. A thick glob slowly slid down the cleft of her ass and dripped onto the sheets between her thighs....

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Chapter 18

Just after 11pm, Ethan’s phone lit up again. Rick: On my way home now, shorty. Been edging this fat cock for you all damn day. Get that pretty PAWG ass ready. Eve’s excitement buzzed through Ethan like electricity. He should have been asleep already. Susan was already upstairs,...

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Chapter 20

Ethan pulled into the GameStop parking lot a few minutes before opening. The store was quiet, the usual morning lull before the weekend rush of trade-ins and pre-order pickups. Stan, the store manager — a dull, balding guy in his forties who always smelled faintly of microwave bu...

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Chapter 21

Ethan got home just after 6:30, exhausted in every possible way. The house smelled like Susan’s baked chicken and garlic potatoes — normal, comforting, painfully ordinary. He kicked off his shoes and headed straight for the kitchen, hoping to slip through dinner without any landm...

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Chapter 23

Ethan locked the front door of GameStop at exactly 10:00 PM, the fastest closing he’d ever managed. His hands were still shaking as he counted the drawer and set the alarm. All day his phone had been a nonstop flood of filth — Rick describing exactly how he wanted to bend “Eve” o...