บททั้งหมดของ Filthy Fu*ck Dreams : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

She arched as much as the seal allowed, a muffled keen escaping her gagged mouth, the bite sharp and unrelenting. The right followed, the chain taut between them, tugging with every heave of her compressed chest. His cock, still slick from her throat, slotted between those clamped tits, the latex ed

The cabin filled with their grunts, her muffled moans, the obscene squelch of lube and juices. Another champagne pour Leo grabbed the bottle, splashing it over her back, fizzing down to where Javier thrust, the cold shock making her clench tighter. "Zero fucks given up here," Leo rasped, pinching he

Jason lingered on his mat at the back of the empty yoga studio, the mirrors along every wall reflecting the dimmed lights and the faint scent of eucalyptus oil hanging in the air from the humidifier. The class had been intense Gwen, their instructor, all toned limbs and sun-kissed skin in her skint

Alex gunned the blacked-out van onto the deserted highway, tires humming over asphalt under a star-pricked sky, the engine's low rumble vibrating through the metal floor. In the cargo hold, separated by a glory hole-riddled partition, Lia knelt blindfolded and cuffed wrists to ankles in steel that

She knelt in the center of the dimly lit living room, the thick carpet rough against her knees and shins, her body locked into position through sheer will and the unyielding pull of anticipation. Her back arched in a perfect, unwavering plane, shoulders rolled back and elbows locked straight to for