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Four-way Fuckdown—2
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Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Caught By My Stepdad
I eased Jake’s bedroom door shut behind me at half past midnight. The latch clicked like a heartbeat in the silent house. Mom was three states away on business, and Mark, my stepfather, was supposed to be dead asleep. My tank clung to my chest, and my panties were damp from Jake fingering me earlier. He lay on the bed, sheet kicked to his waist, cock pressing through the fabric, and my mouth went dry at the sight.The second I crawled over him, I felt him throb against my slick. He yanked my tank down, and my tits spilled free. His mouth found a nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. “Quiet, baby,” he murmured, voice rough and thick with want. I ground against him, hips instinctively rolling against his cock, and my clit pulsing. Reaching down, I freed him, and he sprang out hot, red at the tip and rigid. One slick drop later, I was sinking onto him, my walls gripping every inch. “Fuck… you’re so deep,” I breathed, riding slow at first, savoring the stretch.Jake’s hands
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Sauna Secret 3
My body was still trembling, collapsed against the sauna bench, slick with sweat and Noah’s cum. My pussy throbbed, raw from his cock, but the ache wasn’t done—it demanded more. The cedar-scented air was thick, wrapping us in a haze of heat and sex.Noah’s hand lingered on my hip, his fingers tracing lazy circles. I glanced at him, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his skin. His eyes were dark, still hungry, and fuck, it set me off again.“You’re not done, are you?” he said, voice low, teasing. His thumb grazed my inner thigh, dangerously close to my soaked folds. I smirked, my breath catching, already craving his touch.I shifted, sitting up, my legs shaky but spreading instinctively. The bench was warm, slick with my juices, and I didn’t care. I wanted him to see how much I needed this.“Keep going,” I said, my voice hoarse, dripping with want. His grin was feral, and he slid to his knees before me. My pulse spiked, knowing what was coming.His hands gripped my thighs, spreadin
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Sauna Secret 2
My moan still echoed off the cedar walls when Noah’s finger slid deeper inside me. The sauna’s heat was a pulse, matching the throb between my legs. I was soaked, my pussy clenching around him, greedy for more.His thumb circled my clit, slow and teasing, sending sparks through my core. I spread my legs wider, the towel long gone, my body bared on the bench. Sweat dripped down my stomach, mixing with my own wetness.“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his voice rough, vibrating against my ear. His free hand gripped my thigh, pinning me open. I arched my hips, chasing his touch, shameless.The oil on his fingers made every stroke slick, obscene. My breath came in sharp gasps, the air thick with cedar and my arousal. I couldn’t think, didn’t want to—just wanted him to keep going.He added a second finger, stretching me, and I hissed, the pressure sharp and delicious. My head tipped back, eyes half-closed, catching his face in the amber light. His jaw was tight, eyes dark with hunger.
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Sauna Secret 1
The retreat was supposed to fix me. The glossy brochure had promised a week in a snowy mountain valley to “reclaim your inner peace,” as if I could schedule serenity like a court hearing. I’d spent the day grimacing through yoga poses that left my hips throbbing and a meditation session where my brain churned through case files instead of clearing.Now, past midnight, my shoulders were knotted tighter than a bad contract. I was done faking it through “mindful breathing.” The sauna was my last shot at relief, a cedar-lined box hidden behind the retreat’s main lodge.No phones, no distractions—just heat and silence. I needed both to dull the burnout clawing at me. I slipped through the door, and the air hit me like a furnace.The musky scent of cedar flooded my senses. Amber lights cast a hazy glow, turning the steam into a golden veil that clung to my skin. I adjusted the towel around my chest, the cotton already damp, sticking to my curves.The bench was hot against my thighs as I san
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Bred Hard By The Werewolf 3
The hayloft was a haze of heat and moonlight, the barn’s creaking walls and the distant howl of the wind outside blending with our ragged breaths. My body trembled, oversensitive from my orgasm, but Kael didn’t slow. His massive cock pounded into me, each thrust dragging against my prostate, sending aftershocks of pleasure through me. The knot at the base, swollen and thick, pressed harder against my hole with every thrust, teasing the stretch that would push me to my limits. His cock was hot, pulsing, and so fucking big, filling me completely, the ridges catching my walls in a way that made my toes curl, my ass gripping him like it never wanted to let go.Kael’s amber eyes glowed, slit pupils wide with hunger as he loomed over me, his furred chest heaving, black fur slick with sweat. His claws dug into my hips, pinning me to the hay, the prickly strands scratching my back through the torn flannel. “Look at you,” he growled, his tongue lapping at my nipple again, the wet fabric cli
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Bred Hard By The Werewolf 2
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Kael growled, his voice a rough, primal rumble that vibrated through my core as he thrust shallowly, his massive cock stretching my ass with every slow push. The cornstalk scratched my chest, my torn flannel hanging off my shoulders, my jeans shredded around my thighs. The blood-red moon cast shadows through the swaying corn, the air thick with the scent of earth, sweat, and his musky, animalistic heat. His cock was a beast of its own that dragged against my walls, each one sending a jolt of pleasure so intense my knees buckled. The head was slick, leaking hot precum that eased the burn, and the swollen knot at the base teased my entrance, promising a stretch I both craved and feared. I moaned, loud and desperate, my cock throbbing against the cool night air, dripping onto the dirt. “Kael, fuck,” I gasped, pushing back against him, chasing the overwhelming fullness. His cock felt like it was reshaping me, the ridges catching my prostate with every thrust,
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