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They didn’t give her a single second to recover.Caleb stayed buried in her cunt. Abel stayed buried in her ass. Andrea was still shaking from the first overwhelming stretch of taking both of them when they started fucking her properly.Hard.Abel’s hands locked on her waist. Caleb’s hands gripped her thighs. They found a brutal rhythm immediately — Abel slamming into her ass while Caleb thrust up into her pussy at the same time, both cocks driving deep, stretching her open with every single stroke. The thin wall between them made her feel every ridge, every thick inch, every time they bottomed out together.Andrea’s head fell back. A broken, continuous sound poured out of her mouth. It wasn’t words. Just raw, helpless noise as they used both holes without mercy.“Look at her,” Abel growled behind her, hips snapping hard. “Stuffed full of cock and still taking it.”Caleb thrust up harder, making her tits bounce. “She’s fucking dripping. Feel how tight she’s clenching.”They kept her l

The confessional was small and dark, the air thick with the scent of old wood and melted wax. A thin lattice screen separated the two sides. On one side sat Sister Agnes, hands folded in her lap, the black beads of her rosary cool against her fingers. On the other side, a young woman knelt, her breath soft and uneven.“Bless me, Sister, for I have sinned,” the girl whispered. “It has been two weeks since my last confession.”Sister Agnes kept her voice low and even. “Go on, child.”There was a long pause. The girl shifted on the hard kneeler.“I… I have been having impure thoughts,” she said at last. “About women.”Sister Agnes’s fingers tightened slightly around the rosary. “Thoughts of that kind are a serious matter. You must resist them.”“I tried,” the girl answered, voice trembling. “But they will not leave me. Especially… especially when I think of one particular Sister.”The silence that followed was heavier than before. Sister Agnes stared at the lattice. She could make out th

Elias sat back on the couch, cock still hard and wet from earlier. He looked at the two of them, both of them watching him with flushed faces and open mouths.“Come here,” he said. “Both of you.”They came. He pulled Maya onto his lap first, facing outward so Lila could see everything. He spread Maya’s thighs wide with his knees and slid two fingers into her cunt without warning. She was still slick from the desk fucking. He pumped them in and out, slow at first, then deeper, twisting, stretching her open. Maya’s breath went ragged. He switched to three fingers, working them past her entrance until she was taking them to the knuckles. Then he turned to Lila, pushed her down beside them, and did the same—two fingers, then three, fucking her pussy open with the same steady, deliberate force while Maya watched and moaned.He spent long minutes on both of them, alternating, getting their cunts wet and stretched, the wet sounds of his fingers moving inside them loud in the quiet office. Wh

He didn’t give her long to recover.Still kneeling between her spread thighs, he licked her slowly, thoroughly, cleaning every trace of himself from her pussy. His tongue dragged up through her folds, dipped inside, then circled her swollen clit until she was twitching and trying to close her legs. He held them open with firm hands on her inner thighs and kept going, sucking gently, then harder, until she was panting again.“Boss… please…”He stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked down at her. She was a mess—blouse open, skirt rucked up around her waist, panties still dangling from one ankle, thighs shiny and trembling. His cock was already hard again, thick and heavy, the head glistening.He stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against her soaked entrance. He didn’t push in yet. He just rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, letting her feel every inch of the blunt, hot pressure.“Watch,” he ordered, voice low.She propped herse

I should never have come.The music thumped too loud, the lights were too warm, and the champagne in my hand had already gone flat. I stood near the edge of the living room, pretending to listen to some cousin of my ex’s talk about her new job, while my eyes kept drifting toward the kitchen island.There he was. Ryan. My ex.Six months. That was all it had been. Six months since I walked into our apartment and found him balls-deep in the girl from his office. The same girl who used to send me fake-sweet texts asking how I was doing. The same girl is now laughing too loudly at something he said, her hand resting on his chest like it belonged there.My stomach twisted.I had told myself I was over it. That coming to his parents’ anniversary party was just about closure. That I could smile, say hello, and leave with my dignity intact. But the second I saw the way he looked at her, like she was the prize and I had been the practice, something sharp scraped against my ribs.I drained the r