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Cum & Consequences—1
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2025-07-04 10:59:30
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Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires First Class Service—4
I thought he was done with me.After the bathroom, after he came down my throat, after I wiped my face with the back of my hand like a whore who knew her place—I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d earned a break.But no.He wasn’t done.He didn’t even speak this time.He just grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him through the back curtain, down the narrow galley, past the drink carts and storage bins until we reached the crew jump seat. It was empty. Folded up. Hidden from passengers.He sat first.Then patted his lap.I stared.He raised a brow, like you know what this is.“Get on,” he said.I didn’t move.I was still sore. Still stretched and leaking. My throat still burned, and my knees ached from the bathroom floor. But my cock was already hard again, trapped in my pants, drooling against the fabric.“Now.”My body moved before my brain did.I stepped between his legs, straddled him slowly, awkwardly, the way someone might mount a gun aimed at their own chest. He unzipped me. Pulled
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires First Class Service—3
I could barely walk.Every step back to my seat was hell. My thighs were shaking, my knees still jelly, and my hole was leaking his cum with every movement. I felt it slide down my inner thigh, warm and wet, sticking to my skin. There was no way to hide it—not really. My briefs were soaked. My slacks were clinging to my legs. The scent of him—musky, raw, male—still clung to me like it was burned into my skin.I didn’t dare look around.I moved fast. Quiet. Pretending to stretch, like I’d just taken a casual walk. As if I wasn’t freshly fucked, ruined, and full.I collapsed into my seat, face burning, lungs tight.I was shaking.Not just from the aftershocks of the orgasm. God, I could still feel it echoing in my spine, but from the sheer weight of it all. The shame. The thrill. The sick, filthy satisfaction of being used like that. Bent over. Fucked through. Filled.I clenched my thighs shut.Not because I wanted to keep anything in.But because part of me liked that I was holding it.
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires First Class Service—2
He didn’t look at me again for a while.Not when he passed out meals, not when he made eye contact with every other man in the cabin who wasn’t already soaked in his attention. I sat still and quiet, shifting just enough to ease the ache between my legs. But it didn’t help.I could still feel his palm. His words. His heat.He was everywhere.I drank the champagne he poured earlier, not because I wanted it, but because my mouth felt too dry and my head was spinning. My eyes flicked up every time he passed, hoping for something. A nod. A signal. Another brush of fingers.Nothing.It was worse than the teasing.---He came back after the second round of drinks. Leaned down like he was checking my seatbelt.“You look flushed,” he said under his breath, fingers barely grazing my inner thigh. “Need some relief, sir?”I nodded. I couldn’t even play it cool anymore. I didn’t care.“Good,” he said. “Lights go down in twenty. Be ready.”I opened my mouth to ask—Ready for what?—but he was alread
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires First Class Service—1
I boarded the flight already half-hard.It wasn’t nerves or excitement or some pathetic hope for adventure. I was just tired of pretending I didn’t want someone to ruin me.Business class was overbooked, so they bumped me to first. Lucky me. I slid into the leather seat with all the nonchalance I could muster, though I knew I didn’t belong here. I wore it like a skin too tight: the sharp blazer, the polished shoes, the unread email from a man I should’ve blocked months ago.Then I saw him.The flight attendant.Tall, lean, dark-haired, and dangerous in the way a wolf looks when it’s not hungry yet. His uniform hugged his body like it had been tailored just to fuck with people like me. Pressed shirt tucked tight, sleeves rolled just enough to show veins, and that smirk. That cocky, knowing smirk he shot down the aisle like a loaded gun.And when he reached my row?He looked at me like he knew every filthy thought I’d had since puberty.“Good evening,” he said, voice low and sinfully sm
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires His Little Slut In Satin—2
He didn’t pull out.Not even a centimeter.Still buried deep inside me, he shifted his weight, grabbed my hair, and yanked my head down toward his cock.My breath hitched, heart pounding as I followed, trembling lips parting to welcome him.Silk and sweat mixed on my tongue—the taste of me, soaked and raw, clinging to him like a second skin.He was still hard. Thick. Pulsing, heavy with need.I swirled my tongue around the head, slow and deliberate, teasing the slit slick with my arousal.His hand tangled in my hair, pulling, guiding.“You’re a filthy girl,” he growled. “You love being used.”I moaned around him.His hips jerked forward, pushing past my lips, filling my mouth deeper than I thought possible.I gagged, eyes watering, but kept going, desperate to please, to keep him.The leather of the limo’s seat pressed into my knees, rough against my skin, but I barely noticed.All I could feel was him. Hot, pulsing, heavy.He groaned deep in his throat, fingers digging into my scalp.
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires His Little Slut In Satin—1
The limo door clicked shut behind me, sealing in perfume, leather, and a sudden drop in oxygen.He didn’t say hello.His hand wrapped around my throat the second I sank into the seat, cool rings biting into the sides of my neck, tilting my chin up like I was a prize he’d just bought at auction. One slow look dragged down from the curve of my painted mouth to the edge of my gown where my legs were crossed like I had manners. I didn’t.“You didn’t wear any panties.” His voice was low, ruined. “Good girl.”That was all it took.He shifted forward and dragged me onto his lap with no warning, no sweet touch. Just a hand to my thigh, wrenching the slit of my gown wide until silk pooled at my waist. Cold air hit the heat between my legs, and his groan came like a threat.He didn’t even take his coat off. Didn’t unbutton a damn thing.“Thought about this all night,” he muttered, palm slipping between my thighs, fingers parting me open like I wasn’t even real. “You sitting there, smiling for t
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