Wet Sin {Erotica Compilation}

Zara Thompson locked her bedroom door, heart hammering against her ribs. Her parents were asleep downstairs. Noah’s snores drifted from his room. She was 20. Senior year. And she was done being the perfect, boring daughter they expected her to be. She slipped on a tight black crop top that showed her flat stomach and a short denim skirt that barely covered her *ss. A little makeup, hair down, heels she hid in her closet. She looked hot and s*xy. Nothing like the quiet girl Brooke and her crew bullied every day. Her window was already cracked open. She climbed out, dropped softly onto the roof, then jumped to the grass below. Riley’s Honda was waiting at the corner, engine purring low. “Finally, b*tch!” Riley grinned, gold hoops flashing. “You look like you’re ready to get f*cked tonight.” Riley was Zara’s best friend wild, loud, 18, and the biggest party girl in school. She had slept with half the senior boys and didn’t give a f*ck. Tonight she wore a tiny red dress that rode up her thighs when she drove. They sped toward the rich part of town, music blasting. The party was insane. Bass shook the walls of the massive mansion. Red cups everywhere. People grinding, kissing, smoking. Zara’s eyes went wide. Riley grabbed her hand and dragged her straight to the kitchen. “First time drinking, right?” Riley poured two shots of vodka. “Bottoms up, babe.” Zara threw it back. The burn hit her throat, spread hot through her chest. She coughed, laughed, and took another. Then a third. They danced. Zara felt the alcohol loosen her body. She moved her hips, laughed louder, and let random guys pull her close for one song. Riley was right beside her, grinding on two football players at once, kissing one while the other slapped her *ss. Then Zara saw him. Liam the gentle, shy guy from her English class. Tonight he was on the couch with two hot senior girls, one on each side. He had his tongue down one girl’s throat while the other stroked his d*ck through his jeans. Zara’s mouth fell open. Even the nice boys turned nasty at night. Riley noticed and smirked. “Everyone has a secret side, Zara. Even you.” Zara needed the bathroom. The alcohol was hitting hard. She stumbled down the hallway, giggling, and pushed open the first door she saw. But it wasn’t the bathroom. She heard it first loud, wet, rhythmic s*x sounds. Mo*ning. Skin slapping skin. A girl gasping, “F*ck… yes… harder…” The door was slightly ajar. Zara’s drunk brain told her to walk away. But she leaned closer. There was a small knothole in the wood. She peeked. Her math teacher, Mr. Ramirez, was inside. The same Mr. Ramirez, who taught her trigonometry twice a week, was always so professional in class. He was standing behind one of the hottest baddie girls from senior year short red dress hiked up, bent over a dresser. His pants were around his ankles. His thick c*ck was slamming in and out of her p*ssy, shiny and wet, stretching her pink lips with every hard stroke. The girl’s as* rippled each time he thrust deep, her thighs shaking as she pushed back to meet him. Mr. Ramirez gripped her hips tightly, pulling her onto him over and over, grunting with effort. The girl’s mo*ns were high and breathy, her hands clutching the dresser edge as she begged, “Don’t stop… your c*ck is so big… fill me up daddy!” Zara couldn’t look away. The way the girl’s p*ssy gripped his shaft, the slick sounds every time he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, the way her juices dripped down her thighs it was the most intense thing Zara had ever seen. Her own p*ssy throbbed, wet and aching just from watching. She squeezed her thighs together, breath coming fast. The girl came suddenly, screaming as her body shook, squirting a little onto the floor. Mr. Ramirez kept thrusting, faster now, his balls slapping against her. Then he pulled out, stroked his c*ck once, and came all over her *ss thick ropes of c*m landing on her skin. Zara’s knees felt weak. She backed away, face hot, heart pounding. Her teacher. F*ck*ng like an animal. With a student. At a party. She finally found the real bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, but the image wouldn’t leave her head. Her panties were soaked. She touched herself quickly in the stall, thinking of the way his c*ck looked sliding in and out. Back at the party, she drank more. By 2 a.m. Zara’s head was spinning. The alcohol had hit her hard. “I… I need to go home,” she slurred. Riley sighed but smiled. “Alright, lightweight. I’ll drop you.” Riley half-carried her to the car, laughing the whole way. When they pulled up to Zara’s house, Riley helped her to the front door of her house. “Text me when you’re inside, babe. Love you.” Riley kissed her cheek and drove off. Zara fumbled with her keys, still giggling. She finally got the door open and stepped inside almost falling. The living room light clicked on. “Zara!” Her eyes cleared instantly. The alcohol haze vanished in a flash. She thought it was her mom, she turned, already panicking. But it was Noah. Her 14-year-old brother was sitting on the couch in the dark, playing a game on his phone, the screen lighting up his face. Zara let out a huge exhale. “You scared me!” she whispered. “What are you still doing awake?” Noah looked up, eyes narrowing. “Where are you coming from?” Zara shut him up fast. “None of your concern.” Noah smirked. “I will tell Mommy.” Zara’s body calmed. She walked over quickly and knelt in front of him. “Don’t tell her. Please. I promise I’ll get you a gift. Anything you want.” Noah thought for a second, then held out his pinky finger. “Deal?” Zara hooked her pinky with his. “Deal.” They shook on it. Noah grinned and went back to his game. Zara quietly went upstairs to her room. She didn’t even bother taking off her heels or her tight crop top and short skirt. She just fell onto her bed, face down, still feeling the buzz from the party and the shocking image of Mr. Ramirez pounding that girl. 5 minutes later she fell asleep like that.

Zara woke up with a headache and a mouth that tasted like old vodka. Her heels were still on. The tight black crop top and short denim skirt from last night were twisted around her body. She rolled over in bed, groaning, the events of the party flashing back in blurry pieces, the music, the shots, Liam on the couch with two girls, and worst of all… Mr. Ramirez was pounding that senior girl through the knothole, his thick c*ck sliding in and out while she mo*ned “daddy” with every thrust. She squeezed her thighs together. Even the memory made her wet again. A loud knock on her door made her jump. “Zara!” her mom’s voice. “Open this door right now!” Zara’s eyes flew open. She sat up fast, head spinning, and rushed to the door in her heels. She turned the lock just in time. “Zara, did you remember you are still going to school this morning?” her mom called from the other side. “The time is already past 9 a.m. and school starts at 8:30 a.m.!” Zara’s heart dropped. She was late, very lat