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Hotel room 4

Penulis: Abby
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-01-02 12:27:07

The dress he picked out was too short.

Too tight.

Too fucking dangerous.

It clung to my curves like a second skin, the hem brushing my upper thighs, barely covering the mess he left dripping between them.

And I wasn’t allowed to wear panties.

I sat in the passenger seat of his car, legs pressed together, heart pounding as we pulled up to the rooftop café. It was classy. Public. Bright daylight. Normal people.

Meanwhile, my pussy was still pulsing from being stretched and stuffed all night long.

“Keep your legs open under the table,” he said as he parked.

I swallowed hard. “People will see—”

“That’s the point.”

He walked ahead like he owned the damn place, hand on the small of my back as we were seated near the edge—private, but not too private. Anyone could walk by.

The second we sat down, his hand slid under the table. I gasped.

“Be quiet,” he said calmly, flipping open the menu with his free hand. “Act normal.”

But there was nothing normal about the way his fingers slid up my inner
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  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    FOURSOME I (Hands Everywhere)

    I don’t remember how we got here just the burn of liquor down my throat, the loud bass still thumping in my ears, and now… this room.Two men. One other girl.And me half naked, legs spread, skin burning under too many hands.“On your knees,” one of the guys growled into my ear, voice rough like gravel. I didn’t even ask who he was. Didn’t care. My knees hit the carpet before I even thought about it.My panties were gone. Torn off sometime between the elevator and the suite. My dress was bunched up around my waist. I could feel his breath on my neck while the other guy pulled the other girl onto the bed, flipping her like a ragdoll.I gasped as a hand grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “You gonna be a good little slut tonight, or should we tie you down?”A moan escaped my lips before I could answer.The first guy unzipped his pants, cock already hard, throbbing in front of my face. “Open wide.”I obeyed.The taste hit first. Warm, salty, heavy. He didn’t wait. He shoved deep into

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Fucking Stripper II

    He didn’t give me a second to recover.Still buried deep inside me, he shifted his weight, pulled one of my legs over his shoulder, and started moving again slow, brutal thrusts that made my eyes roll back.“F-fuck. . .” I gasped, hands scrambling for something to hold on to.His palm wrapped around my throat.“I said round two,” he growled into my mouth. “I meant I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking walk.”I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.He was in deep hitting that spot that made me cry out, over and over. The pressure in my belly coiled tight again, even though I swore I had nothing left to give.Slap. Slap. Slap.His hips clapped against my ass, harder now, desperate and rough. The couch creaked beneath us, but it didn’t matter we weren’t stopping. Not until he was done. Not until I was broken for him.“Say it,” he commanded, his grip on my throat tightening just enough. “Say you love being fucked like this.”My voice broke. “I—I love it—God, I love it. . .”“Say you love b

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Fucking Stripper I

    The lights hit my body like heat, shimmering off the oil on my skin. I wrapped my fingers around the pole and bent low, letting my ass clap just right, the way the men liked it—slow, loud, unforgiving. My heels dug into the stage, hips rolling like I was fucking the air itself.Another night. Another round of sweaty, broke men throwing crumpled bills like they owned something.Until he walked in.I felt him before I saw him. The energy in the club shifted. Men stopped talking. Music suddenly felt like background noise. My body froze mid-roll as I looked up—and there he was.Dark suit. No tie. Thick hands. A stare so sharp it made my knees weak.He didn’t look like he belonged here. Didn’t look like he even liked strip clubs.But he looked at me like he was going to ruin me.And I couldn’t look away.He didn’t sit close. He didn’t throw money. He just leaned against the wall like a king watching his next conquest, sipping something dark while his eyes undressed me like I was already on

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Mafia Sex Slave IV

    One second I was lying in the middle of his bed, naked, dazed, still sore from everything he did to me last night. The next, I felt the cold touch of leather snapping tight around my wrist.“What the hell?” I gasped, trying to sit up, but he shoved me back down with one hand, strong and firm against my chest.“I’m not asking tonight,” he said lowly. “I’m taking.”My heart slammed in my chest. His voice was darker than usual like something in him had snapped. My other wrist was strapped down before I could blink. Then my ankles, spread wide. I was fully exposed. Helpless.“You wanted to act like a brat this morning,” he muttered, pulling something from a drawer beside the bed. “So now I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”He climbed up between my thighs and dropped a small silver wand onto my stomach. It buzzed to life with a flick of his thumb, the sound already making my breath hitch.“Please—wait!”“Shhh,” he said, dragging it down my skin, between my breasts, over my belly, r

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Mafia Sex Slave III

    I should’ve been asleep.My body was wrecked. My thighs ached. My pussy was sore and leaking.But he wasn’t finished with me. Not even close.He came back into the room holding thick black rope… and a gag.My heart jumped.“I want to try something new,” he said, voice calm… but that dark, wicked edge was back. “Something dirtier.”I backed up on instinct, shaking my head, chest rising in panic.But he grabbed my chin, smiling like a devil in silk.“You want to scream? Good. I want to watch you scream.”Before I could blink, he had me on the bed wrists tied above my head to the headboard, legs forced open and bound at the ankles.Then came the gag. A black strap wrapped around the back of my head, a thick ball shoved between my lips.“Mmmph!”“Quiet now,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Just moan.”He stood back and looked at me naked, gagged, completely exposed. His perfect little toy, helpless and dripping.Then he reached between my legs.“You’re soaked again,” he murmured, draggin

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Mafia Sex Slave II

    I couldn’t move.My legs were shaking, my body limp, my pussy dripping from everything he’d left inside me. And yet… he was still staring at me like I was something unfinished.Like he hadn’t broken me enough.He pulled out slowly, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he watched the mess between my thighs.“Look at that,” he muttered. “My cum leaking out of your sweet little cunt.”I flinched, embarrassed. My face burned hot.He grabbed my hips and flipped me over, forcing me to lie on my back naked, wrecked, legs spread and twitching.Then he dropped to his knees.I froze. “W-what are you. . .?”“Did I say you could talk?”His voice was low. Deadly. But his eyes… they burned. He grabbed my thighs, dragged my ass to the edge of the bed, and bent over me.His tongue touched me.I gasped head jerking back as his mouth sealed over my pussy and started to suck.He licked up his own cum, groaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. His tongue moved in slow, wicked circles, teas

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