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Back The Mansion Save as PDF
Chapters (51)
  1. WANT MORE FROM CHLOE?
  2. CONTENT WARNING
  3. CHLOE’S MANSION PLAYLIST
  4. PART ONE
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. PART TWO
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. 27
  33. 28
  34. PART THREE
  35. 29
  36. BONUS SHORT STORIES!
  37. Introduction
  38. ADVANCE COPY
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  41. 3
  42. 4
  43. 5
  44. DRENCHED
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  47. 3
  48. 4
  49. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  50. ALSO BY CHLOE SLATE
  51. GET A FREE STORY FROM CHLOE SLATE!

"Just come here and do it…" I said, not wanting the games anymore, just wanting to feel Yara fuck me.

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Emma walked over to the other couch Wendy had collapsed onto, her body sweaty and thoroughly fucked. They started kissing, Emma touching Wendy’s tits, and Wendy fingering her. Yara climbed onto the couch and grabbed my left leg, spreading me open. The moment was intense and intoxicating…even though I had literally just had sex with Emma, my body and brain were more than ready to do this with Yara after all these years of idle thoughts of what it would be like, but never being bold enough to suggest it.

Yara slipped the tip of the dildo in me, and I let out a sharp gasp as I was suddenly filled, and it wasn't even to the halfway mark yet. "Holy shit."

"You've done a strap before, right?" Yara said, slowing her pace to make it more comfortable for me.

"Not one this big…but I'm not complaining." I said. I looked over at Emma and Wendy. I realized I had just come twice already that night, and I had more orgasms planned than I'd had in any of my previous relationships. "How's this for your data collection, Em?"

"Mental notes only from here on out. I want to enjoy this." Emma kissed Wendy and reached for her tit, cradling it in her hand. Wendy looked down, enjoying the attention, and then looked at me. "How does she feel, Vi?"

I could barely talk as Yara was pressing further inside me, and all the nerve endings in my pussy and thighs were lighting up with the pleasure, "God…that's so fucking good, Yara." I said.

Yara leaned down and kissed me. It was a real, passionate kiss, not just a quick peck between friends. Her lips were delicious and full, and provided a soft contrast to the disruptive but pleasurable fullness of the dildo inside of me.

“I love you, Yar…” I said, draping my arms around Yara's shoulders, letting her fuck me with abandon.

"I love you too, Vi." Yara said, looking at me in the eye. She pushed her hips down into mine and pressed the strap all the way in, which made my toes curl. Things had been intense with Wendy, and with Emma, but this was something else entirely. This was sex with my best friend, our bodies pressed against each other, her sweat mingling with mine, her hair brushing against my shoulder, her body working to fuck me as best she could, her eyes hungry and fierce.