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eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about her flawless skin, there was not a single blemish on her body, she looked fucking unreal. And one thing I just couldn't get the fuck out of my mind was her taste. Now, that I know what she tastes like, I'm not sure how I will get rid of this fucking addiction. The most fucked up thing about addiction is when you realize that you are fucking addicted to something, whether it's alcohol or women, you say to yourself "This is my last drink."

I whispered, My voice hoarse. He smirked, still hard and hungry, stroking his cum slick cock against my cheek. I woke up gasping, my hand shoved between my thighs. My shorts were soaked my pussy still throbbing and dripping from the dream. The clock says 3:07 AM. The fan spun lazily above me while my fingers kept rubbing my swollen clit, chasing that filthy high. “Fuck… I’m sick,” I whispered into the dark. “Can’t believe I’m this addicted to dreaming about my own step brother’s cock… I need help.”

But nothing was normal anymore. I lay there in the dark with my father-in-law’s cum still leaking out of my pussy and knew one thing for certain: I was completely, hopelessly addicted. And I already couldn’t wait for him to fuck me again.

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

My fingers tapped once against my knee. "Adrian?" "Active. Communications with Helix Circle confirmed. He believes the transition is secure." *Believes.* My jaw tightened. Adrian was brilliant in the way that made certain men dangerous, comprehensively, and just comprehensively enough to miss what actually mattered. He thought securing a position meant the position held. That placing pieces on a board meant the board stopped moving. It didn't. "Keep watching him. Closely." "Yes, sir." I closed my eyes. Adrian believed I was finished. I had written that story for him carefully, every leaked detail, every calculated misstep, every board meeting where I said just slightly less than I knew. He h

, he begged, "do not let me go through this, as it would be so hard for me to bear. I'm already at a point of intense grief at what had happened today. I'm sorry for what I did and I promise it won't happen again, but please do not deny me my happiness and also remember that, contrary to what you think, it will also make my working for you much more effective and easier." I waved him off with a flick of my hand," "don't worry, I'll get you a diary and a pen, and I'm very sure you will get along just fine with writing my daily routines into the diary I'll give to you. Come to think of it", I was sitting in the front seat so I quickly opened the dashboard and brought out a book that had been t

The sight was ravishingly tempting, urging him to do something sinful to her. Luca was tempted to be buried deep inside her, but he refrained from doing so. He didn't want to get her mad. She passed out on him last night so he was sure she would be pissed when she'd wake up but then again. When it came to her, he just couldn't get enough of her no matter how much he tried to control himself. She was such an addiction that it scares the f*ck out of him sometimes and yet again he was tempted to devour her all the time.

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.