FAZER LOGINMaksim carried Charlotte inside. She was covered in snow and cum.
The fire was still on in the living room, but he took her upstairs, straight to his room. She was limp in his arms, her body trembling from the cold. He set her down on the thick rug in the middle of his room, close to the fireplace. He peeled the ruined t-shirt completely off of her. “Do you want to sleep?” He asked, staring at all the places his mouth and hands had been on her body. “Or do you want to see the evidence of what you just did?” Charlotte blushed. Maksim was such a… she didn’t know how to describe him, but he was very intense. She could hardly handle it. She was more than tempted to say she wanted to sleep but her curiosity was much stronger. “I d-don’t want to sleep.” Maksim held back a smile. She still wasn’t bold enough to say what she wanted. That was okay though. They had enough time together. She was going to learn eventually. He crossed the room and flipped two switches. Four screens in front of her came to life. They were mounted in a half-circle. There were four more screens beneath those but he hadn’t turned them on. The first four covered the front of the house. The other four covered the back of the house. Charlotte’s eyes went wide as if he didn’t just ask her if she wanted to watch what she’d just done. The first feed showed the porch of the house that led into the trees. The second feed showed Charlotte running, a full smile on her face as she looked back every few seconds to check if Maksim was present. She blushed, covering her face with her hand. Maksim held her hand away, making sure she kept her eyes on the screen. “No hiding. Just watch.” The third feed showed when she noticed Maksim. She stumbled for a bit before she kept on running. The last feed was very close to the gate. It showed the spot where Maksim tackled her and tore off her shirt She made a small mortified sound. On the screen, he dragged her thighs open in the snow, she begged him and he wasted no time in giving her exactly what she asked for. Charlotte kept her eyes on the screen, pressing her thighs together. “Look how well you take me,” he murmured in her ear as they both watched the footage of her being fucked in the snow. “Look how easily you spread your legs for me. You never wanted to win that chase, did you?” She shook her head once. He increased the volume. Her cries echoed in the quiet space. Her face was currently red as fuck but it seemed like she couldn’t look away anymore, somehow transfixed by the screen. He slid one hand between her legs from behind. She was soaked again. Watching the footage back, he hadn’t even realized she was begging him to cum inside her. He chuckled, the sound low in her ear. “Look how badly you were begging to be bred.” Her legs clenched around his fingers. “That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more. His palm met her bottom in a sharp spank. Charlotte winced, then moaned. He pulled out completely, then bottomed out in one fast move. Charlotte screamed into the rug. He fisted her hair, pulling her head up so she could keep watching her past self getting fucked like a rag doll. Her cries resembled the ones from the feed. “Tell me, Printsessa.” He snarled, thrusting hard enough to steal the air from her lungs. “Do you want to go back home? Would you like to leave this place and go back to your old boring life?” Charlotte cried out. “Tell me while you watch me breed you for the first time, Charlotte.” It was the first time he was using her name. It and her tightening around him already. “No! No, Maksim. I don’t want to go! I want to stay!” “You want to stay, huh?” He thrust even harder. “Stay for who?” “For you.” She whimpered. “And be what?” “And… and…” her words trailed off after a partially hard thrust. “And b-be your sex toy. Please use me, Maksim.” Maksim laughed. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, little girl.” “I never want to leave!” She cried out, her voice cracking. “I want to stay! I want you to keep me. I want you to breed me every night. Please–“ He reached beneath them and rubbed circles over her clit. “Come while you beg me, malyshka. Show me how serious you are.” She shattered then, clamping down on him so hard he feared she’d suffocate him. He didn’t last ten seconds after that. He pulled out, turned her around, and let go, stroking his cock as his cum landed on her stomach. There was silence for a while as the screens turned black. “Debt’s cancelled.” He finally said as he put his hands under her thighs and back and lifted her. “Your father gets to keep his fingers. You, however, are staying exactly where you are.” Maksim took her into his bathroom and set her down on the counter. Her cheeks were flushed, her naked body had several marks and her eyes still looked like they were rolled back. “W-what about school?” “You’re on holiday, aren’t you?” “Yeah, well, when the holiday is over?” “I’ll drive you to and from school.” Her eyes lit up. “Really?” He kissed her again, slower this time.Maksim carried Charlotte inside. She was covered in snow and cum. The fire was still on in the living room, but he took her upstairs, straight to his room. She was limp in his arms, her body trembling from the cold. He set her down on the thick rug in the middle of his room, close to the fireplace. He peeled the ruined t-shirt completely off of her. “Do you want to sleep?” He asked, staring at all the places his mouth and hands had been on her body. “Or do you want to see the evidence of what you just did?”Charlotte blushed. Maksim was such a… she didn’t know how to describe him, but he was very intense. She could hardly handle it. She was more than tempted to say she wanted to sleep but her curiosity was much stronger. “I d-don’t want to sleep.”Maksim held back a smile. She still wasn’t bold enough to say what she wanted. That was okay though. They had enough time together. She was going to learn eventually.He crossed the room and flipped two switches. Four screens in front of h
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Mr. Turner ~•~ The moment her thighs parted on my desk, I knew we had reached a point of no return. Five months. Five fucking months of this little tease prancing around my lecture halls with skirts that became shorter each day, spreading her legs just enough for me to catch a view of her lace, and even going commando some days. I'd spent the entire class half hard behind the podium, forcing myself to focus on the projector while she crossed and uncrossed her smooth legs every few minutes. And here she was, Layla Turner, an A+ student turned self-sabotaging brat, dripping on my table because she couldn't wait any longer. Such an impatient little slut. I'd been eager to play this game with her all session. Who knew she would snap so soon? Christ, she was perfect. Her pussy was slick with arousal, already swollen from nothing other than anticipation of being fucked. I leaned back in my chair, watching as she slid her fingers down, tracing her slit for a few seconds before dippi
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