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He is not actually here, but pretending like this amps everything up, makes the heat between my legs burn even stronger, I thought to myself, my free hand moving up to squeeze my breast, fingers pinching the nipple hard through the thin bra, sending sparks straight down to my core. I kept the pace going, fingers thrusting faster now, my breathing turning into short gasps that filled the room. “Do you like seeing me finger this soaking wet pussy while I think about my stepbrother’s fat dick? Tell me what you would do to me if you were in his place, pounding away.” Right then, a private message popped up in a side window, not from the regular chat stream. It came from some anonymous handle tha

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

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At least the women there are clean and all tested and I am a member. I get to my car and retrieve my wallet from the dashboard and check if the card is there and it is. I smile and ignite the car. Velvet House is a fantasy world that gives most men what they do not get in their marriages. Here, one gets all types of sex depending on their preference. I am a hardcore dominant and I love my partners submissive and masochistic. I love dominating for a good fuck but once in a while, I can switch roles but that doesn't with whether I can get a good dominatrix.

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“You couldn’t remember the name Harry, but you could remember Zayn? I’m impressed. Next you’re going to tell me you’re writing One Direction fanfiction.” I stared at her. “How can you write fanfiction about real people?” “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She was laughing maniacally as she began typing into her phone. “It’s the Internet. Haven’t you heard of rule thirty-four?” I shook my head. I regretted going down this rabbit hole already. “You can find any kind of porn on the Internet. Duh.” Niamh cackled. “There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.”

They laid her on her side and fucked her ass, praising its tight, reluctant grip. The dirty talk was a constant, filthy soundtrack. “Such a good little anal whore for strangers.” “Bet you’ve never had this many dicks in one day, you fucking dorm bunny.” “Suck it clean, get it ready for your pussy again.” “I’m gonna cum so deep in this gangbang cunt, it’ll drip out of you for days.” “Her throat’s so fucking tight, I’m gonna paint her tonsils.”

It is NOT reflective of real-life healthy relationships or consensual practices. If any of the above themes trigger, disturb, or upset you — even in fantasy — DO NOT READ. Close the story now and choose something lighter. By continuing, you confirm you are an adult who understands this is extreme fictional smut, and you consent to reading it at your own discretion. No judgment here — just making sure you’re prepared for how nasty it gets. Alexander Voss’s POV

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

"That’s impossible. I was a Beta until a month ago. I'm recessive. The odds are... they're non-existent." "Typically, yes," the doctor said, pointing to the ultrasound monitor. "But the biological shift during a first heat is a period of extreme fertility. If the encounter involved a dominant Alpha—specifically one in rut—the pheromones act as a catalyst. It's rare, but it's very real. Would you like to see?" I looked at the screen. There was a tiny, flickering pulse. This couldn't be happening to me. When I walked back out into the lobby, Cassian stood up immediately. He looked worried, his eyes searching mine for an answer I wasn't ready to give.