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Everything around me seems to be in a blur and this bubble,I don’t care about everyone staring. The bus is almost full with other girls already sitting and waiting impatiently for us,albeit with something I have never seen directed to me;jealousy.I feel my heart flutter a little bit.I never understood what was the big deal with popular girls.They were always mean and attention seeking and I always tried to steer clear from their path.However,now I understand how one could be addicted to this feeling right here.

Sean went home early. He sat in his lush living room. The TV was blaring but he was uninterested in the show. He had more important things in his mind. What did Lilian even see in Damian that kept her crawling back to him? Even after what he did to her, she was still talking to him as if he hadn't almost fucked her to death. If this was an addiction, it was a terrible and unhealthy one. He looked around. Was it wealth? He was wealthy too but not as rich as Damian of course. Was it sex? He was just as good as Damian in bed. He wasn't packing down there as much as Damian but he knew how to use what he had. Damian's size was porn-star-like. There was no way that thing was natural.

he leaned in and began to plant feather kisses on her chest. Maeve stroked his wet curly hair and said with arousal, “What do you understand by the word addiction?” Her fingers moved to his lower region and she began to stroke his family jewel, saying, “This guy has done an amazing job and deserves a great reward.” Gabriel laughed, feeling like he could never get enough of her jokes. “What kind of reward is that?” He asked her, Maeve strokes him even more, saying, “You will see it when we get downstairs. Oh, my addiction, I love you so, so much and I feel so happy and content to be your wife.”

She whined giggling which made him smile too, he never fails to make her feel special. Eira sat down on the leather chair and xavion sat on his main chair. "Can you please tell me what exactly happened with Aron. I know it's his private life and I have no right to dig in like that but we might help him. He deserves happiness..." "Aron was a teenager, just entered the youthful life and was unstoppable. That time dad gave him permission to roam freely without any protection so he can become strong. But we didn't knew that werewolf hunters will trap him. They took him with them, performed experiments on him and tortured him. We had no idea where they took him. Our whole pack was looking for him

He sits up and pulls off my top, leaving my breasts bare. My nipples are hard, standing tight, begging for him. “Damn!” Adam exclaims before taking my breasts into his mouth. Heat engulfs me as he sucks and nibbles, his hand fumbling with my other breast. The sensation is heaven, and my pussy throbs harder, wetness soaking the sofa beneath me. Adam kisses his way up, from my breasts to my ears. “Baby,” he whispers, “I know you’re drunk. But I’m gonna give you something else to get drunk on. I’m gonna give you a new kind of addiction.”

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.

Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ I slammed the door shut and I strode inside to see Niko and Lorenzo—just the bastards I wanted to see. They both looked my way and Niko raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner. "I'm addicted to sex," I voiced running a hand through my hair, I almost pulled them out. They both stared at me cluelessly and then Lorenzo said, "Everyone knows that..." I wanted to punch him in his fucking smug face, "No, you fucking idiot. It's different. It's not that I'm addicted to just sex... I'm addicted to sex with my wife."

why? "I'm addicted to it already Maryam, I'm...do you think, I don't want to stop? I really want to, but I can't...I really can't...I'm addicted to it already. Once I stopped, I might turn into something else. I won't be me again. Just imagine what I did to you the other day. I couldn't even control my self! Once I don't take it on time, it brings out some unwillingly things in me".

“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.

I stood there trembling, dress rumpled, ass painted with his seed, pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need. Alexander pulled me into a deep, surprisingly gentle kiss, then whispered against my lips: “Go home, baby. Think about Daddy’s cock while you’re lying in bed tonight. Because this forbidden little secret? It’s only just beginning.” As I drove away, his cum still sticky on my skin and his words echoing in my head, I knew one thing for certain. I was completely addicted. And I couldn’t wait to be ruined.