Wet Sin (Erotica Compilation)

The door to Mr James’s home office was ajar, just enough for Lila to slip in quietly with the fresh towels.

She froze on the threshold as Mr James sat behind the massive oak desk, trousers open, thick cock in his fist, stroking himself with slow, steady pumps.

Pre-cum already glistened on the swollen head, sliding down the shaft with every upward pull.

His breathing was ragged, eyes half-closed, staring at something on his laptop screen (a paused video, the frame showing a woman’s arched back and parted thighs).

Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs. She knew she should back out, pretend she’d seen nothing... but her feet wouldn’t move.

He groaned low, hips lifting slightly off the chair. “Fuck, just like that…”

His thumb circled the slick tip, spreading the leaking fluid until the entire length shone wet and obscene.

The muscles in his forearm flexed with each stroke, veins standing out. He was close. She could see it in the way his balls drew tight, the way his abs tensed under his open shirt.

Lila’s thighs clenched involuntarily. Heat bloomed low in her belly, shameful and sudden. Then his eyes flicked up. He saw her, but didn’t stop.

Instead, his gaze locked on hers, dark and burning, hand slowing but never releasing his cock. A fresh bead of pre-cum welled and dripped over his knuckles.

“Close the door, Lila,” Mr James said, his voice rough like sandpaper, almost a deep animal growl that sent shivers racing down her spine.

“Unless you want the whole house to hear what happens next.”

She swallowed hard, her hand reaching back trembling, and pushed the door shut with a soft, final click that echoed in the tense air.

Lila, the 20 year old virgin housemaid with her smooth caramel skin and wide innocent eyes, stood there frozen in shock.

She had been downstairs in the kitchen, stirring the pot of stew for dinner, when she heard the strange groans coming from upstairs (low, guttural sounds).

Thinking maybe Mr. James was hurt or needed help, she had tiptoed up the stairs, her apron still tied around her slim waist,

But now, seeing him like this (trousers open, his thick, veined cck standing hard and glistening with pre-cum in his tight fist), she realized it wasn't pain, but something sinful, that made those noises.

Immediately Mr. James saw her, his dark eyes snapping open wide. He barked, "How many times have I told you, don't enter my room without knocking the door!" His hand paused on his shaft, but he didn't cover up. The slick head throbbed visibly, a drop of clear fluid beading at the tip and slowly dripping down.

Lila's face burned hot, her virgin pssy clenching involuntarily at the sight of his massive length (something she had never seen before, let alone so close and raw).

"I'm..., sir," she stammered, her voice small, eyes darting to the floor but sneaking glances back at his exposed hardness, the way it twitched like it had a mind of its own.

But Mr. James didn't listen to her excuses. His bloodthirsty, sinful eyes raked over her body like a predator sizing up prey, lingering on her perky brests straining against her blouse and the curve of her hips.

"Now you will experience what you are looking for," he said, his voice low and menacing. He stood up slowly, his cck bobbing heavy and erect, pointing straight at her like an accusation.

Lila, so innocent, didn't really understand what he meant. Her mind raced with confusion, her nipples hardening under her bra from the strange heat building between her legs.

She tried to quietly leave the room after seeing Mr. James like that, her hand fumbling for the doorknob behind her, but her legs felt weak.

Mr. James stepped closer, blocking her path, his sinful grin widening as he stroked his cck once more right in front of her, the wet sound filling the room.

"He who sees my cck must feel the weight and heaviness on her p*ssy," he growled. His free hand grabbed her wrist firmly, pulling her closer until she could

feel the heat radiating from his throbbing member.