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Shaman's Cleansing Ritual 💦💦
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2026-04-05 20:17:06
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CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Shaman's Cleansing Ritual 💦💦
The darkness in the temple was thick like velvet, heavy and suffocating around me. I couldn’t see my own hands, but I could feel everything. My voice sounded small in the big, empty room as I kept talking, echoing softly off the unseen walls. I was telling the Shaman everything. Every touch. Every dirty detail. "He... he moved his hands down," I whispered, my words trembling in the silence. "He gripped my waist so hard it left marks. Then he pushed me back onto the bed. I was already shaking. I was already waiting for him to fuck me." "And your breasts, Jenna?" the Shaman’s voice rumbled, deep and unsettling. He sounded like he was everywhere at once. "You said he took them into his mouth. Tell the spirits more. Did he bite? Did he use his tongue?" I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. First of all, I couldn't believe I was having this conversation not with a therapist but with a fucking shaman. But I still continued, almost helplessly. Because just talking about this, I could
CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Shaman's Cleansing Ritual 💦💦
The heavy wooden door had thudded shut behind me, and now the sound of the iron bolt sliding into place felt like a death sentence. I was trapped. The air inside that place was thick and hot, smelling of dried blood, burnt sage, and something sweet and rotting. It made me shiver.A few small candles flickered on the stone floor, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. The light seemed weak against the darkness.I couldn't see him. The room was a circle of darkness, and the silence was so heavy it made my ears ring. But I felt eyes on me. It was like they could see right into my soul."Jenna," a voice rumbled. It didn't come from any specific direction. It seemed to come from the floor, the walls, the very air I was breathing. It was deep. "You have finally arrived, child. You smell of sweat, of rebellion... and you smell of sin." The words made my stomach twist.I tried to keep my voice steady. I was nineteen. I was supposed to be brave. "I’m only here because my mother force
CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Shaman's Cleansing Ritual 💦
Jenna. My name is Jenna. I am nineteen years old, and until ten minutes ago, I thought I knew what freedom felt like. I thought being an adult meant I could choose who touched me and how. I was wrong. In this house, in this family, the "Old Ways" still breathe under the floorboards, and my mother is the keeper of the flame. The afternoon sun was streaming through my bedroom window, casting long, golden bars across my bed. I was lost in the heat of the moment. My boyfriend, Brad, was over me, his hands pinning my wrists to the pillow. The headboard was rhythmically hitting the wall—a dull, steady thud-thud-thud that matched the racing of my heart. "Ah! Brad... yes, right there!" I moaned, my head tossing back. I felt the friction, the slick heat of our bodies joined together. My eyes were squeezed shut, my world reduced to the feeling of him filling me, the weight of his chest against mine. Fuck. I felt so good. So hot, so sweaty. "Mmm-nnn-gh! Don't stop... please don't stop!"
CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Her Father-in-law's Submissive ( the vow, Alter, caught.)
The bedroom was silent, except for the frantic thumping of my heart. The white of my wedding gown felt like a lie against my skin. Behind me, David—the man who would be my father-in-law in less than two hours—stood like a shadow. He didn't move. He just watched me in the mirror. "I said move, Benny," he commanded. His voice was a low, rough growl that made my stomach flip. "The clock is ticking. Show me you can be a good girl for your Master." My hands were shaking so hard I could barely find the zipper. I reached behind my back, my fingers fumbling with the tiny buttons. Slide. The dress loosened. I let it fall. The expensive lace pooled around my ankles like a cloud of broken promises. I stepped out of it, standing there in nothing but my white stockings and garter belt. He wasn't smiling. He just pointed to the bed. I dropped to my hands and knees. The carpet was soft, but the shame was sharp. Did I care? I did. But not enough to stop. I crawled across the floor, my hips swayi
CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Her Father-in-law's Submissive (2hours for Daddy)
The morning sun was bright, but it felt like a spotlight on my crimes. I sat in front of the vanity mirror, my breath coming in short, shallow bursts. The makeup team had just finished, and I looked like a dream—a vision in white lace and silk. My skin was glowing, my hair was pinned perfectly, and my lips were painted a soft, innocent pink. No one could see the bruises on my thighs. No one could see the way my heart was still pounding against my ribs from the night before. The door opened, and Kane walked in. He looked handsome in his tuxedo, his eyes full of a sweet, honest love that made my stomach churn with guilt. I know. We agreed to fuck people yesterday. But I didn't just fuck people. I fucked family. The makeup artists took the hint and scurried out, leaving us alone in the quiet suite. "Wow," Kane whispered, stepping closer. He reached out, his fingers brushing my shoulder with a gentleness that almost made me cry. "Look at my baby. Benny... you look incredible. I’
CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Her Father-in-law's Submissive (Mark me Daddy)
The room was thick with the scent of sex and expensive bourbon. My wrists were still locked in the cold metal cuffs, my arms stretched high above my head. I looked up at the man I was supposed to call "Father" tomorrow, the man who was supposed to accept me into his family. He was now accepting me with his cock buried inside me. The shock felt like a physical weight on my chest, but like I said, it was just in my chest because, below the waist, my body wasn't shocked. It was screaming for him to finish what he started. Kane D.D. Sr. didn't give me a second to breathe. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my skin like iron, and thrust himself back inside me. It was a hard, deep slam that made the headboard bang against the wall. "Ahhh! Ohhh! Sir—! No, this is... this is wrong!" I sobbed, even as my hips bucked upward to meet him. "Wrong?" he rasped, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. He leaned down, his chest crushing my breasts, his face inches from mine. "You
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