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FUCKING MY BOSS PART 1
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PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE GLADIATORS RUN A TRAIN ON ME PART 4
I sat there laughing, coated and sore in the best way, the rush of it all better than any history lesson. Rome felt like my playground now, gladiators just the beginning.As night crept in slow and steady, the torches around the Colosseum burst to life one by one. Their flames danced high, casting long shadows and turning the massive stone arena into a place of flickering magic for the evening fights. The air smelled of smoke and sweat, mixed with the distant roars from the crowds gathering below. I had just finished rinsing off in a rough stone fountain nearby.The cold water hit my skin like a slap, shocking away the heat from my earlier adventures. It made my nipples harden and sent chills down my back. I shook off the drops and pulled my tunic back over my body, the fabric sticking a bit to my damp skin. Deep inside, my pussy throbbed with a dull ache, and my ass felt sore in the best way—a sweet reminder of all the rough fun I'd had that day. But I wasn't done yet. My body buzzed
PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE GLADIATORS RUN A TRAIN ON ME PART 3
The other three turned toward us, their gazes locking on me. I could see the bulges starting in their loincloths, the fabric tightening as they took me in. My tunic hung loose now, torn a bit from before, showing hints of my curves. I didn't care. I wanted them to see.We moved quick, ducking into a small storage nook off the main arena. It was tucked behind some stone walls, hidden from the crowd's eyes. Piles of shields leaned against the walls, spears stuck in the ground like forgotten trees. Old nets hung in bundles, smelling of salt and dust. The air here was cooler, a break from the blazing sun outside, but my blood ran hot as they followed me in.The scarred one—let's call him Varro—grabbed my waist first. His hands were calloused, rough from gripping swords all day. He pulled me against him, his chest hard against my softer body. I felt his cock press through the thin cloth, already stiff and thick. 'You're bold, woman,' he growled, his breath hot on my neck.I tilted my head
PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE GLADIATORS RUN A TRAIN ON ME PART 2
Then he started thrusting, hard and steady, each pump making my breasts swing. Secundus moved to my front, grabbing my hair and guiding his cock back into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, tasting myself on him from earlier touches. The rhythm built—Marcus pounding my pussy, Secundus fucking my face. Spit and pussy juices leaked down my thighs.Titus didn't wait long. He knelt behind Marcus, but no— he wanted my ass. I felt his hands on my cheeks, spreading them wide. 'Relax,' he said, spitting on my tight hole. I had some modern lube in a small pouch from my time jump—thank god it came with me. I passed it back blindly, and he squeezed it out, working two fingers into my ass. The cool gel mixed with his spit, easing the way. He scissored his fingers, stretching me. Then he pressed his cock against the entrance. 'Breathe,' he commanded. I did, pushing back as he thrust forward. The burn was intense, but pleasure followed as he filled my ass inch by inch. Now all three were inside me. Marcus
PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE GLADIATORS RUN A TRAIN ON ME PART 1
I never thought my little time machine experiment in the basement would send me straight into the heart of ancient Rome. One moment, I was fiddling with wires and buttons, and the next, I stood in the hot sun of the Colosseum. The roar of the crowd hit me like a wave. People screamed and cheered as gladiators fought in the sand below.Dust flew everywhere, and the air smelled of sweat and blood. I looked down at myself. My modern clothes had changed into a thin, short tunic that hugged my curves. It barely covered my thighs, and the fabric clung to my breasts, making my nipples poke through.Heads turned my way. Men in the stands pointed and whistled. I felt exposed, but a thrill ran through me. This was my chance for something wild.I scanned the arena. Three gladiators caught my eye. They had just won their fight and stood tall, covered in sweat and grime. The first one, Marcus, was bald and huge, over six feet with muscles like rocks. He held a net and trident, his eyes sharp and h
PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE POPSTAR GETS BANGED BY BODYGUARD IN BACKSEAT PART 2
Finally, after what felt like ages of bobbing and licking, Liam tugged me up by the hair, gentle but firm. 'Stop, or I'll finish in your mouth,' he said, eyes wild. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand, smirking as I climbed onto his lap. Straddling him, I felt his wet cock press against my inner thigh, smearing pre-cum on my skin. My skirt was so short it barely covered anything; I hiked it up higher, exposing the black lace thong clinging to my hips.Liam's big hands grabbed my ass, squeezing the cheeks through the thin fabric. He yanked the skirt up to my waist, bunching it there, then hooked a finger in my thong and pulled it aside. Cool air hit my bare pussy, making me gasp. I was shaved smooth, lips puffy and slick. His eyes dropped down, and he froze for a second.'What's this?' he asked, thumb brushing over the small silver bar piercing my clit hood. It was my little rebellion, done on a whim in some tattoo shop, but it made everything feel ten times better.'Like it?' I t
PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE POPSTAR GETS BANGED BY BODYGUARD IN BACKSEAT PART 1
The roar of the crowd was still ringing in my head like a drum that wouldn't stop beating. I'd just finished my set at the arena, lights flashing, fans screaming my name—Mila, Mila, Mila. My legs felt like jelly from all the dancing, and sweat was pouring down my back under this sparkly dress that stuck to me like glue. It was short, shiny, and showed off my legs and a bit of cleavage, the kind that made headlines. But right now, all I could think about was getting out of there and into the limo waiting outside.Liam, my bodyguard, was right behind me as we pushed through the backstage chaos. He was this big guy, tall and built like a wall, with arms covered in tattoos that peeked out from his black shirt. His face was always serious, eyes scanning everything, but I knew there was more under that tough exterior. I'd caught him looking at me during rehearsals, his gaze lingering a second too long on my hips or my lips. Tonight, after all that energy on stage, I wanted him. Bad.We slip
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