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His Obsession-3

Auteur: Dark Muse
last update Date de publication: 2026-11-07 03:41:39

“Thank you,” I whisper.

The word is careful. My sister is still talking about the parking garage and how our mother already ordered wine. His fingers keep moving between my thighs, slow circles right over my clit. I have his cum sitting on my tongue. The posture collar holds my chin up. The chain from the clamps tugs every time I breathe.

“What was that?” my sister asks.

“Nothing. Just… thank you for waiting.” My voice shakes on the last word. He presses harder. My hips jerk. The spreader b
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  • Thirty Dark Nights.   Guarding… or Fucking The Heir? (MM)

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  • Thirty Dark Nights.   I Let My Stepbrother and His Friends Fuck Me While I Slept-2

    Riley. Hands everywhere. One big palm covered my left tit and squeezed, rough and hot. Another rolled my right nipple between two fingers until it ached. A third slid down my stomach, slow, then lower, until thick fingers found how wet I already was. “Fuck, she’s soaked,” someone whispered. A quiet laugh. “Cade, she’s dripping all over your fingers.” Cade’s voice was right next to my ear. Low. Calm. Like he was explaining something ordinary. “She gets like this when she’s touched right. Spread her more.” His hands moved to my thighs. He pushed them wider, opening me up for the others. Cool air hit my cunt. I felt how swollen I was, how my lips parted, how the wetness slid down toward the sheet. A finger pushed in. Thick. One of the other guys. It sank deep, easy because I was so wet, then curled. I had to lock every muscle in my stomach to keep from clenching around it. My breath stayed slow. Even. Eyes shut. “Tight,” the guy muttered. He pulled out and pushed back in, deeper.

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  • Thirty Dark Nights.   His Obsession-3

    “Thank you,” I whisper. The word is careful. My sister is still talking about the parking garage and how our mother already ordered wine. His fingers keep moving between my thighs, slow circles right over my clit. I have his cum sitting on my tongue. The posture collar holds my chin up. The chain from the clamps tugs every time I breathe. “What was that?” my sister asks. “Nothing. Just… thank you for waiting.” My voice shakes on the last word. He presses harder. My hips jerk. The spreader bar keeps my ankles locked wide so I cannot close my legs. The weighted plug shifts inside me. A soft, wet sound leaves my cunt when his fingers slide lower and push two of them in alongside the mess already there. He watches my face. He does not stop. “Are you okay?” she says. “You sound weird.” “I am fine. I will be down in a minute.” He pulls his fingers out and brings them to my mouth. He taps my lower lip. I open wider. He slides them in next to the cum I am still holding. The taste of m

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