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Mafia Sex Slave III
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2026-01-04 15:01:09
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DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Room 309 III
I laid there, panting, legs sprawled and trembling, the cool air kissing my slick thighs.His cum still dripped out of me, thick and warm, sliding down the back of my thigh onto the paper sheet below.Dr. Caldwell leaned over me, unhurried as he traced a finger down my sweat-slicked chest, circling one hardened nipple with clinical precision. His stare didn’t waver.“You look good like this,” he said. “Completely ruined.”I swallowed hard. “You’re insatiable.”His lips curled. “And you haven’t tapped out yet.”My body flinched when his fingers slid between my thighs again, right over my oversensitive clit. I gasped, back arching.“Still sensitive,” he murmured. “But not saying no.”I shook my head. “Never.”That was all he needed.His mouth descended between my legs before I could breathe another word. Hot tongue dragging through the mess he made. Sucking. Licking. Tasting himself on me.“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, clutching the table.He groaned against me like it turned him on just as m
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Room 309 II
I laid there for minutes. Maybe hours. The toy still buzzing faintly inside me, locked in place, holding me wide open and aching.Dr. Caldwell was gone.The restraints dug into my ankles, and my arms trembled as I gripped the edge of the table, trying to breathe through the pressure building between my legs. He knew what he was doing—he knew. Leaving me like this wasn’t an accident.It was punishment.It was foreplay.It was both.I wanted to hate him.Instead, I moaned his name.The door creaked open again, and for a wild second I thought it might be a nurse, or worse—a stranger.But it was him.He closed the door behind him silently, gloves already off, sleeves rolled up this time, and something darker burning in his eyes.“You’re still here,” he said.I gave him a look. “I’m tied to the table.”“And wet enough to soak the sheets. Good girl.”My cheeks flushed.He walked over slowly, as if to study me—like I was a case file that fascinated him. His fingers trailed up my inner thigh,
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Room 309 (filthy doctor)
I shouldn’t have come alone.That was my first mistake.But when you’ve had that dull, aching pain between your legs for weeks and every normal explanation fails... desperation does things to you. My last doctor called it stress. The one before that suggested hormones. But it wasn’t that simple.It didn’t just ache. It throbbed.And when Dr. Caldwell stepped into the room, all six-foot-something of him, dark hair streaked with silver at the temples, wearing gloves like he knew exactly what my body needed… that ache flared all over again.He shut the door gently, no rush in his movements. His eyes—cold, calculated, and so damn knowing—locked onto mine like he could already feel the heat simmering beneath my hospital gown.“I read your file,” he said, voice like smoke and pressure. “Persistent pelvic discomfort. All internal tests are clear. No inflammation. No infection. But pain that gets worse when... touched?”I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak.He set the chart down, slid on anoth
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Sin Harvest -- 3
Elena lay in the aftermath upon the cold stone, her glistening skin still marked with the evidence of the ritual. Yet as the first tendrils of dawn crept into the clearing, the energy a heady blend of lust, power, and ancient invocation—only grew stronger. The torches’ dying embers flickered over a throng of bodies that could no longer be restrained by silence or ceremony. The collective hunger of the village, once a distant murmur, now roared like a storm.From among the assembled figures emerged new participants men and women drawn by the raw magnetism of Elena’s transformation. They circled her like a living tapestry of desire. Their eyes, dark and lustful, recognized in her not just a sacrificial offering but an incarnation of primal fertility and unbound sensuality. In that charged moment, Elena was more than a chosen one; she was a goddess awakened.One man, his body still pulsing with the residue of the earlier fervor, stepped forward to gently kiss the silvered curve of her sh
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Sin Harvest -- 2
Elena was on her knees — skin flushed, breasts heaving, her body used and shining in the torchlight. Her lips were swollen from being fucked. Her thighs were soaked with every man’s release. Her breath came in quick, sharp bursts, and yet… her eyes glowed.The Elder approached slowly, the heavy ceremonial robe falling to the earth around him. His body was lean with age but hardened from decades of rituals. His cock stood tall, thick, pulsing, curved slightly upward like it had been made to breed.“This body,” he whispered, voice trembling as he looked down at her, “now belongs to the divine.”Elena didn’t move. She stayed on her knees, chin lifted, mouth parted, her hands resting on her thighs like a queen waiting to be crowned.“You don’t enter me,” she said calmly, power humming through her voice. “You offer yourself to me.”The Elder’s eyes widened then slowly, he knelt before her.It was no longer clear who led the ritual.It was hers now.He stroked himself as she leaned in and l
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Sin Harvest -- 1
She wasn’t supposed to be chosen.Elena stood frozen at the center of the stone circle, the red ash still fresh on her forehead, marked by the Elder’s fingers. Around her, the villagers murmured in disbelief, their gazes devouring her body under the sheer white lace slip clinging to her skin. The garment was barely clothing at all her nipples stood taut through the thin fabric, her soft curves exposed to every eye watching in the moonlight.She felt their hunger.The ritual was sacred. Only one woman, once a year, was chosen for the Harvesting Ceremony selected by bloodline, age, and untouched purity. Elena met none of those criteria. She was not from the sacred bloodline. She was not a virgin. And yet, the moment the ash touched her skin, there was no denying the choice had been made.The drumbeat started.Slow. Deep. Steady.Then came the man.He entered the circle without speaking, tall and broad-shouldered, a black ceremonial mask covering his entire face. His chest was bare, a th
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