PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

The fisting sped up behind her. The bearded man's arm moved like a piston, his fist churning inside her ass. He could feel her muscles spasm, her body close to cumming. Mira's eyes watered from the cock in her throat, but she didn't pull away. Saliva dripped from her lips, mixing with the man's pre-cum. He grunted, 'Take it all, swallow my dick.' She hummed around him, the vibrations making him thrust harder.A woman in the crowd, a redhead with freckles, watched with wide eyes. She bit her lip, her hand slipping under her own skirt. But most were men, stroking themselves through their pants. The musicians nearby stopped playing, staring instead. The festival's happy vibe turned tense, charged with lust.Mira's first orgasm hit hard. Her ass clamped down on the fist, her pussy squirting a little onto the dirt. She screamed around the cock, body jerking. But the curse didn't let her rest—the need came right back, stronger. The man in her mouth swelled, his cock twitching. 'Here it come

Kaiden stood behind me, shedding his clothes with deliberate slowness. I glanced back over my shoulder, my breath catching at the sight. His cock was hard and veined, standing straight out, thicker than any plug we'd used and longer too, curving slightly upward.Precum beaded at the slit on the tip, glistening in the low light, and he wrapped his hand around the shaft, stroking it a few times to make it even harder. He grabbed the lube bottle, squirting a thick line along his length, then worked it in with his fist, making shiny streaks from base to head. The scent of lube mixed with his musky arousal filled the air, making my mouth water a bit.'Time for the real thing,' he said, his voice rough with desire as he positioned himself right behind me.His hands gripped my hips firmly, thumbs digging into my soft flesh, spreading my cheeks wide apart. I felt exposed, my hole still loose and slick from the plugs, twitching in anticipation. The head of his cock nudged my entrance, hot and

The tip of the dildo pressed against my hole then, bigger and thicker than her fingers, the rubbery head nudging insistent. She held my hips steady with both hands, pushing forward inch by inch. The lube helped it slide, but the stretch was intense, my ring burning as it gave way around the girth. I gripped the desk edges hard, knuckles white, trying to breathe through it.'Fuck, you're so tight back here,' she groaned, her voice rough with effort, her nails digging into my skin just a bit.She kept going until she was all the way in, buried deep, the base pressing against me. She stopped there, holding still, giving my body time to adjust to being so full. That fake cock filled every bit of me, pressing on nerves I didn't even know I had, making my own dick twitch and leak more.After a moment, she started moving. Slow pulls out, halfway, then sliding back in smooth and deep. Each thrust made my ass clench tight around the dildo, squeezing it like it was trying to hold on. The sorene

I rock back against his mouth, grinding my pussy on his face. His nose presses into my ass, and it’s dirty but hot. One of his hands slides up my thigh, and he slips two fingers back inside me while his tongue works my clit. He curls them, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. ‘Right there,’ I gasp, my breath coming in short pants.The pressure builds fast. My whole body tenses, thighs quivering. ‘I’m close,’ I warn him, but he just sucks harder, his fingers pumping quicker.It hits me like a truck—my first orgasm crashes over me. My pussy clenches around his fingers, pulsing hard. I cry out, muffled into the couch, as waves of pleasure roll through me. He keeps going, licking and fingering me through it, until I’m a trembling mess.When the aftershocks fade, he stands up slowly. I hear him unzip his pants, the sound making my heart race again. I look over my shoulder, eager to see. His cock springs free, hard and thick, the head purple and leaking. It’s longer t

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