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Horny pregnant wife fucks brother-in-law on her wedding Anniversary

Elaya’s POVMy husband had been gone for four months.Elijah left when my body was just beginning to change, when my stomach was only a promise and not yet a curve. He kissed my forehead that morning in his uniform, pressed his palm against my belly like he was memorizing us, and told me he’d be back before I even realized how big I’d gotten.He was wrong.The army didn’t care about promises. Deployments didn’t bend for anniversaries or pregnancies. Some days I heard his voice, strained through bad signals. Other days, all I had were texts that came hours late and love that arrived in fragments.That morning—our anniversary—my phone buzzed.Elijah: I hate that I can’t be there.Elijah: Randy’s flying in today. Please let him celebrate for me. For us.I stared at the screen for a long time before replying.Randy.Elijah’s younger brother. The one who lived in another country now. The one I’d only really spoken to during our wedding, a year ago. Back then, he’d been charming and warm, e

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Fuck. He felt so good, the sweet taste of his precum coating my tongue, increasing my libido. I had heard the warnings of how pregnant women craved sex, but I never expected it to be so intense.Since Elijah left, it’s been pure torture. The pain was unbearable.Sounds of me gagging and choking on his thick meat filled the room. I stroked and sucked, wet and messy; it’d been ages since I sucked on cock. I missed the feeling—especially since I was a pro at that part.“Uhhh… you suck this big fat cock so good…” he moaned, grabbing my hair softly.I could feel him holding back from grabbing my head and fucking my throat, so I took him deeper until his tip grazed that little dangling thing at the back of my throat, until my eyes watered.He groaned at the feeling, his eyes filled with pure lust and want.“Ahhh… you like how I suck that cock…?” I asked, bobbing my head on him while stroking him.“Oh fuck… yes!” His head fell back on the couch, one hand grabbing my head now. He was lost as

My obsessed Professor blackmails me into a hot fuck for grades.

I’d known I was going to fail his class long before the results came out.Not because I was careless. Not because I didn’t understand the material. But because Mr. Dominic had never liked me. Not from the first week I transferred. Not from the first time I raised my hand and corrected him on a reference he misquoted. Not from the first essay he returned with too much red ink and too little explanation.He watched me too much in class.And never the way teachers were supposed to.So when I saw the grade beside my name, something inside me snapped clean in two.I deserved better.That was how I ended up standing outside his office after hours, the hallway empty, the lights dimmed to a tired yellow. My reflection stared back at me from the glass panel on his door—short hair slightly wild, jaw set too tight, eyes bright with a fury I hadn’t bothered to tame.I didn’t knock. I never knocked for people who already thought they owned me.He was there, of course.Mr. Dominic—English and Liter

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I staggered closer, my heart slamming so hard it hurt. It was me in the school cafeteria, head bent over a tray, sitting alone. I remembered that day. I remembered the silence around me, the way I’d felt watched without knowing why.“Oh my God…”I took a step back, my heel catching on nothing, my head knocking lightly against something solid.A body.Warm. Male.I froze.“I told you,” a voice said softly behind me, “you look beautiful when you’re not trying.”I turned slowly.He stood there in loose black joggers, no shirt, his hair damp, water still tracing slow lines down his chest. His body was exactly as disciplined as everything else about him—hard lines, restrained strength, control etched into muscle and bone.Mr. Dominic.My professor.I looked from him to the portrait and back again, my hands trembling. “That’s… that’s me.”He nodded once, calm. Almost pleased.Before I could find my voice, he reached for my hand. His grip was firm, unquestionable, and he pulled me along, gui

The Wedding Night That Wasn’t Mine: Fucked By The Groom

Roxy’s pov The morning of Elsie’s wedding felt unreal.Not in the fairytale way—more like standing inside someone else’s dream, afraid to breathe too loudly in case it shattered.I watched her from the edge of the suite, glowing in silk and nerves, her laughter bouncing off the marble walls of the resort room. She looked exactly like a bride was supposed to look—radiant, loved, chosen. At twenty-six, she was marrying into one of the most powerful families in the country, in a resort so exclusive I still couldn’t believe I was standing there.Henry’s family owned the place.That fact alone still made my chest tighten.“Roxy!” Elsie squealed, grabbing my hands. “I can’t believe this is happening.”I smiled, wide and steady, the way I’d practiced. “You’re getting married. Of course it’s happening.”What I didn’t say was that it felt strange watching my best friend marry a man who had never looked at her the way he looked at me.I’d tried not to notice. God knew I’d tried.The knock cam

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“Henry!” I yell and push him away, retreating a few steps back.His eyes are filled with lust—I see it—but he’s composed. Like he didn’t just kiss his wife’s best friend on their fucking wedding night.“I do not regret it, Roxy. I have wanted to do that for years now.”He moves closer, so close he grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall. My heart races.“We should go…” I whisper.“It’s fucking locked, Roxy. You are locked in here with me.” He says the last words like it’s a game he’s already won.“Four years in college, four years of being near you and still I couldn’t touch you. I have suffered, Roxy. Being betrothed to Elsie at a young age, I had no choice but to adhere to my parents’ words.” He pauses, fingers playing with my hair. Our eyes lock, breaths harsh.“A game of wealth. I was tossed away to marry a girl I never loved. Elsie doesn’t attract me, but you… you do things to me without even trying, Roxy.”My teary eyes never leave his. This imperfect man—who I had also secr

Working late: His secretary’s wet cunt.

The office was quiet. Too quiet. My fingers flew over the keyboard as I muttered under my breath, trying to finish the last pieces of the presentation for tomorrow’s summit. Two weeks in as his secretary, and I was already stretched thin. I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair, glancing at the clock.Of course he was out on another date. The Bruno I knew… my boss, Bruno Marcelli… always charming, always smooth, always getting what he wanted. I couldn’t help the small pang of jealousy curling in my chest. “Probably off with some new girl right now,” I whispered, shaking my head. “The same one who gets to laugh at his jokes, sit in his car, hear his stupid stories…”I stopped myself mid-sentence. I was talking out loud.A cough from behind me made my blood run cold. I whipped around, my chair rolling back, and froze.“Mr. Bruno?” I gasped, standing so fast my chair nearly tipped over. “Oh my God… you’re here!”He stepped into the dim office light, tall, commanding, and utterly c

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If I woke up and all this was a dream, I’d be damned—because Bruno Marcelli… was on his knees between my legs.His mouth was on my thighs, placing soft kisses, while he’d set me on my desk and sat on my chair.For two years, I tried multiple times to get a job in his company. Every application came back denied—until three weeks ago, when I finally got accepted.He kissed his way higher into my thighs. My legs opened wide for him as his fingers gripped the waistband of my underwear.“Lift your hips,” he ordered.I obeyed.My red thong was dragged away and forgotten, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he took in the view of my wet cunt, sprawled open just for him.“Fuck, Melissa… your cunt is so beautiful.”He released his tie, a harsh breath escaping him. “Can I suck on it?”He asked while looking from my pussy up to my face. I blinked for a second, unsure—yet he didn’t wait. He dipped his head low between my thighs.“Oh fuck!” I screamed at the first lick.“So fucking wet,

Obsessed with Valerie: King Arden fucks the cook's daughter

Valerie had lived within the castle walls for as long as she could remember.The Kingdom of Albania had been her entire world — its stone corridors, its echoing halls, its endless rules. Her father had once been the butcher of the kingdom, a generous man who fed both servants and soldiers alike. When he died, she had been too young to understand what loss truly meant, only that the warmth of his presence vanished and never returned.Her mother stayed.So did Valerie.They survived by service. Her mother cooked for the castle kitchens, and Valerie grew up beside her, learning to knead dough, skin poultry, and keep her head bowed. By the time she was old enough to work, she earned the same wage as her mother — and learned the same unspoken law:Do not be seen.But turning eighteen made that impossible.She noticed the king’s gaze first during council feasts — lingering, assessing. Then came the pauses when she passed with trays, the way his conversations faltered when she entered a room

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She tried to push him away.Not hard—just enough to create distance, just enough to remind herself of who he was and who she was not. She turned her back to him instead, hands clenched at her sides, her shoulders trembling as if the night itself had turned cold.“My king… I’m sorry,” Valerie whispered. “I don’t think I—”He was already behind her.She felt him before she felt his hands—his presence filling the small space, warm and commanding, inescapable. He reached for her gently, but firmly, turning her until she faced him again. Her breath hitched. She was shaking now, and she did not try to hide it.He saw everything.The fear. The conflict. The way her pulse fluttered wildly at her throat.And instead of stopping him, it only fed the fire in his eyes.“Valerie,” he said quietly, her name heavy on his tongue. “Look at me.”She did.“I am a man,” he continued, his voice low, stripped of ceremony and crown. “And a man sees what he wants. When he desires something… he reaches for it

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