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Alexander's POV I poured myself a glass of whiskey and stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the glittering city below. What happened last night replayed in his head, and I thought of what made me this way. My first time was with my best friend in college. At first, it was fun playing around before I realized it was real. Then my brother found out, but he had always wanted to be on my father's good side so he told him about it. Ever since, the pressure started. I stopped attending family gatherings. My father set me up for many therapies I do not need, all on the name of I was possessed my whatever he thought it was. I gulped down the whole content of my glass, washing down the feeling. Then, I felt movements behind me. Marcus had woken up. He gently took the glass from my hand and set it down. Then his strong arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling my back against his chest. I tensed at first, but I did not pull away. “What are you think?” he asked softly a

Lena’s POVI stood up slowly, licking a string of my own spit from his throbbing cock as I rose. His chest heaved, his glasses slightly crooked, lips shiny with my pussy juice. His thick dick bobbed in the air, veined and angry red, the head swollen and leaking. He was perfect.“Get on the long desk,” I ordered, my voice low and husky. “Lie on your back. I’m going to fuck you.”He didn’t argue this time. His legs were shaky as he backed up and climbed onto the big wooden desk at the front of the old classroom. The surface was wide enough, perfect for what I had in mind. I shoved a few dusty books onto the floor with a clatter and followed him, my open shirt flapping, tits fully out, nipples stiff and sensitive.He lay back, his hard cock pointing straight up like a flagpole. I climbed over him, straddling his hips, my soaked cunt hovering just above that fat dick. I grabbed the base and rubbed the swollen head up and down my slippery slit, coating him in my cream.“Fuck, you’re big,”

Marcus’s POVShe stayed seated on my cock, slowly rolling her hips, stirring my cum deep inside her creamy pussy. I could feel it leaking out around my shaft, warm and slippery.She smiled down at me like a predator. “Look at you… already leaking out of a real woman’s cunt. But I told you I have two more holes, baby.”She climbed off me with a wet pop. Thick white cum poured out of her stretched pussy and dripped onto my stomach. She scooped some up with two fingers, brought it to her mouth, and licked it slowly, eyes locked on mine.“Mmm. Young cum tastes so much better.”Then she shoved those same fingers into my mouth. “Suck. Taste what you pumped into me.”I groaned and sucked her fingers clean, the salty-bitter mix of our juices making my spent cock twitch.“Good boy.” she turned around and got on all fours, arching her back and spreading her ass. “Second lesson. You’re going to clean my pussy first. Then you’re going to fuck my ass.”My heart hammered. I got behind her and buri

The door opened five minutes later. Mia walked out first, cheeks flushed, hair messy, thighs shiny. Tyler followed, lips glistening, a massive bulge still straining in his jeans. The group exploded in cheers.“Damn, she rode your face like a rodeo,” Sarah laughed, clearly buzzing. She took another swig of her beer, spilling a little down her chin.Mia grinned, still tipsy and glowing. “He ate it so fucking good. I came all over his tongue.” She plopped back down on the couch, legs spread shamelessly, not bothering to hide the wet spot on her shorts.The alcohol and weed had everyone loose.It was Lena’s turn now. She was visibly tipsy, eyes glassy, nipples still poking hard through her thin tank top. “Alright… Sarah. I dare you to sit on Chris’s cock. Right here in front of all of us. No panties. Two minutes of bouncing.”The room got loud. Chris smirked and pulled his thick cock out, already rock-hard and leaking. Sarah stood up, wobbling a little from the beer, laughing as she ya

Kiara’s POVThe Masquerade was everything they promised it would be — elegant, decadent, and dripping with sin.I adjusted my crimson mask as I stepped into the grand ballroom, my long black gown hugging my curves. My heart raced beneath the silk. This was my first time here, and I was already soaked between my thighs just from the atmosphere.Then I caught sight of a man.Tall. Broad shoulders. A sharp black mask that made him look dangerous. He moved like he owned the room. Our eyes met through the crowd, and I felt that instant, electric pull.He found me twenty minutes later near the champagne tower.“You keep looking at me,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Looking for trouble tonight, little red?”I tilted my head, trying to sound braver than I felt. “Maybe I am. What’s your name?”He chuckled darkly. “Names don’t exist here… but you can call me Sam if you need something to moan later.”My pussy clenched at his words.The first bell rang. Touching allowed.Sam didn’t waste a seco