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Hotel room 2

Author: Abby
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-02 12:25:54

My legs were trembling. My throat was raw. And my pussy—my poor, overstretched pussy—was still dripping everything he’d poured into me.

But he wasn’t done.

He grabbed my wrists and untied them slowly, almost gently. My arms dropped, limp from how hard he’d used me.

“You okay?” he asked, voice lower now. Rough, but careful.

I nodded, breathless. “Yes.”

“Good.” He leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. “Because I’m about to break you all over again.”

Before I could speak, he yanked me off the bed and dragged me toward the floor-length mirror on the wall.

“Look,” he growled, spinning me to face my reflection. “Look at what I’ve turned you into.”

I gasped when I saw myself—hair wild, lips swollen, makeup ruined, thighs slick with cum. I looked like a girl who’d been wrecked in every way.

And I loved it.

He stood behind me, bare chest against my back, cock already hard again as it pressed against the curve of my ass. One hand gripped my throat lightly, tilting my face to keep my eyes on the
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  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Mafia Sex Slave II

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  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    My best friend's dad II

    I woke up sore.Between my thighs, everywhere. Every part of me ached in the most delicious way. The sheets smelled like him — woodsy cologne and sweat and sex. My thighs were sticky. My lips swollen. My pussy used.And I loved it.But reality snapped back.Zoey.She was just a room down the hall.Shit.I panicked. Slipped out of his bed, grabbed my shorts and tank, and tiptoed back to the guest room like a thief in the night — heart pounding, legs weak, still leaking his cum down my thighs.I barely got under the covers before her alarm buzzed down the hall.Close call.I tried to act normal all morning, sitting at the table beside Zoey while she scrolled through her phone and ate cereal like nothing happened. I couldn’t even look at him. Not without remembering the way he bent me over the counter, the sound of his voice in my ear, the way he filled me up until I couldn’t breathe.“Morning,” he said to both of us, his voice calm — like he didn’t fuck the life out of me a few hours ag

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