Novel & Cerita Addicted After All

They were so greedy to ruffle my stamina. My back greets the softness of the mattress, but the pounding on my asshole intensifies with the alternating suction in front of my body. Like Satya said, I'm a bitch, I'm dirty, I enjoy being a spectacle, I'm... addicted to more challenging games. "Ah!" I repeated the sigh every time Arman reached the deepest part. He kept digging for pleasure until a shot from him warmed my back. It wasn't just him who breathed a sigh of relief, I was already having trouble moving as I became the target of the hungry cats' passion.

It was the perfect plan. Next read: The Perfect Plan, it’s a spinoff of Addicted to You and features Travis’ and Tiffany’s story.

Sophia’s failed schemes became fuel in the dirty talk, turning her defeat into our ecstasy. Dawn brought tender aftercare. Marcus washed my marked, cum-covered body in the large tub with gentle hands, massaging every sore muscle and kissing each bruise. In the water, we made slow, loving love, his thick cock grinding deep in my well-used pussy, eyes locked. In bed, the afterglow brought deep conversation. “The warning is there, but Sophia is gone from my projects,” he said, stroking my hair. “We made it.” I curled against him. “This extreme addiction is our happiness. The HR storm, Elena’s growing gaze, the voyeurism, the fisting, DP, breath play, swing, machine, and endless creampies, it al

The sheets got stained with my semen. I rolled beside her, pulling her closer to me. “I don't know what I am going to do now.” Luna looked up, “What do you mean?” I smiled, “I'm addicted to you, baby. I don't think I can have enough of you ever.” Luna giggled, and cupping my face she kissed me gently. My heart hammered inside my chest, and it only got whenever I hit the gym. Her one kiss simply made the organ beat. “You are a tempting man yourself, Mr. Aaron.”

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

Instantly, her post was stormed with hearts and comments, and most of them were asking who K was. Meanwhile, a particular person saw the post and was now irritated. “New beginnings and new friendship? She couldn’t wait to flaunt her freedom, huh?” The man standing behind him is sweating profusely. ‘Our meetings with our major investors were a success. But now we’re back in the city, his breathing fire again!’ Back in the apartment, the dinner went well...

It always made us weak and miserable. After making him sleep, I went outside and lit up a cigare***. In the past two months, I became addicted to smo*king and al**hol. To get out of her addiction I took the help of this addiction but it made my addiction towards her worse. I imagine her near me after drinking and sm**ing only makes me forget about our fights and remember all the lovable memories I spent with her.

He stayed buried deep until he finished. Each session ended the same way. Marcus always came inside her. He whispered about breeding her every time. Rebecca's body started to crave it. Even after he left, she felt empty without his cum. In quiet moments alone, she touched herself. Her fingers rubbed her clit while she remembered his thrusts. The guilt sat heavy in her chest, but the addiction grew stronger. She hid it from everyone.

“Tell the world you’re addicted to being watched while we ruin you.” Sophia, mascara running, face covered in drool and cum, looked straight into the camera with completely broken eyes and sobbed: “I’m addicted… I need thousands of people watching while my holes get destroyed… please keep using me… I’m nothing but a live fucktoy…” The final climax was devastating.

With its upbeat, friendly, relaxed atmosphere she was trying to forget all the pain in her heart. She felt grateful to her best friend Pearl, for mentioning this club once. It's far from the town so hardly anyone recognises each other. It has got trendy good tunes to have the fun of the night. The smell of shower gel, sweat and perfumes were all mixed so that she felt uneasy for a moment. She was rushing back to the counter singing 'someone like you, by Adele so loud without caring about anybody. She went back to the bar counter and demanded, "I would like another martini on the rocks, please…!!" Her words were clear but she could hardly support her body and the bartender stood there in a di