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Ex Creampied The Bride (3)
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2026-06-02 06:02:49
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RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat My Stepson's Lap (1)
The driveway of their suburban home was a battlefield of cardboard boxes, rolled-up rugs, and mismatched furniture pieces that had accumulated over fifteen years of marriage. Peter stood at the rear of the rented moving van like a general directing his troops, his salt-and-pepper hair damp with sweat under the late afternoon sun. “Collins, slide that bookshelf further to the left! We can’t waste any space if we’re going to make it in one trip.”Grace hovered nearby, her yellow sundress fluttering lightly in the warm breeze. She bent down to lift a smaller box of kitchenware, feeling the hem of her dress ride up the back of her thighs. When she straightened, she caught Collins watching again. He was twenty-three now, home from college for the summer before starting his first real job. The transformation from the gangly teenager she had helped raise into this broad-shouldered young man had happened almost overnight. His t-shirt stretched across a chest built from gym sessions, and
RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat The Sex Therapist (3)
I paced my office like a caged animal the morning of what I had sworn would be our final session. My hands shook as I rehearsed the words again and again in my mind. “Mr. Voss, due to ethical concerns and a clear conflict of interest, I must terminate our professional relationship effective immediately. I can provide referrals to other qualified therapists.” The way my fingers had betrayed me last time, plunging into my soaked cunt while he watched and commanded. The shattering orgasm that left me ashamed and aching for more. I hadn’t slept properly in days. Every night I woke up throbbing, my sheets damp, his voice echoing in my dreams—filthy promises of bondage, choking, breeding me full. This had to end before I lost everything. But when my assistant buzzed that Damien had arrived, my stomach twisted with equal parts dread and shameful excitement.He entered the room like a storm contained in human form. He closed the door behind him with a soft click that sounded far too fi
RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat The Sex Therapist (2)
I barely slept the night after that first session with Damien Voss. By morning, I woke up tangled in sheets damp with sweat, my hand unconsciously pressed between my thighs, fingers slick with the evidence of my unconscious arousal. I was Dr. Lena Hart, a professional. This was unethical. Dangerous. I should have canceled the second session immediately, referred him to another therapist, or at least set firmer boundaries. The office felt different when 4 PM approached. I reviewed my notes from the first session, my cheeks flushing as I reread his explicit descriptions. When my assistant buzzed his arrival, my heart rate spiked. I smoothed my bun, checked my reflection to ensure I looked composed, and stood as the door opened.Damien entered like he owned the space, even more commanding than before. “Dr. Hart,” He greeted, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “You look even more beautiful today. Did you think about what I said last time?”I swallowed hard, gesturing to
RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat The Sex Therapist
LENAI sat behind my wide walnut desk in the office I had carefully designed to feel safe and neutral for everyone who walked through the door. The walls were a soft beige and cream, the lighting diffused through sheer white curtains that turned the late afternoon sun into a gentle haze over the city skyline. My bookshelves were lined with heavy textbooks on sexology, ethics, and trauma recovery. At twenty-six, I had worked hard to build this reputation as a professional, compassionate sex therapist. Underneath, though, my body was already betraying small signs of the nervousness I refused to show.Damien Voss’s file was brief: thirty-four, wealthy, self-referred. When my assistant buzzed that he had arrived, I smoothed my skirt, stood up, and prepared my most composed smile. The door opened, and he stepped in, filling the space with his presence. He was tall—easily over six-three with broad shoulders straining against a black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forear
RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat Landlord's Big Black Cock (5)
I didn’t even make it twenty-four hours before I went back to him.After the intense oral session on his couch, I spent the night in a feverish haze, fingering myself raw while replaying the taste of his thick Black cock and the way his tongue had destroyed my pussy. By morning I was aching, empty, and completely obsessed. No toy, no fingers, nothing could satisfy the deep craving he had planted inside me.Around 7 PM, I slipped on a short black robe with nothing underneath and walked downstairs. My legs felt weak as I knocked on his door.Mr. Blackwell opened it wearing only grey sweatpants. His muscular chest and abs were on full display. The moment he saw me, that familiar arrogant smirk appeared.“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” He rumbled, stepping aside. “Come in, Gina.”As soon as the door locked behind me, the robe was gone. He stripped it off my body in one smooth motion, leaving me completely naked and trembling with need. His big hands roamed over my breasts, squeezing th
RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat Landlord's Big Black Cock (4)
The entire next day was torture. I couldn’t focus on anything. Work emails went unanswered. Food tasted like nothing. All I could think about was Mr. Blackwell’s thick fingers stretching my pussy, his deep voice commanding me to confess my filthiest thoughts, and the massive bulge in his sweatpants as he left me dripping and desperate on my couch. I had cum three times that morning just replaying the confrontation, but each orgasm felt hollow. My body knew what it really wanted — what it *needed*.By late afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I showered carefully, shaving everything smooth, then stood in front of my closet for way too long. I finally chose a simple sundress — light yellow, short, with thin straps and no bra underneath. No panties either. The fabric brushed teasingly against my bare pussy with every step, keeping me on edge.My hands trembled as I walked down the stairs to his ground-floor unit. I hesitated outside his door for almost two full minutes, heart hammer
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