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Raising up on her knees, she reached for his belt to unbuckle it. With a growl, Drake grabbed her wrist, hard. "Bailey, I don't recall telling you that we are dating, nor do I remember hearing you knock on my office door. And you know the rules around here. You seem to think that because I have allowed you in my bed a few times that we are an item. As a matter of fact, it wasn't even that great. You were just a release. Now, let me set you straight on a few things. Get your over-used ass off of my lap and get out of my office. Once you've done that, get your shit and get the hell off of club property. You have no respect for the rules, and you have no respect for boundaries. I've had severa

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

“On your knees, Elias. Show him how you worship your stepbrother.” I sank down, the wooden floor cold under me. Damien freed himself, thick and ready, and I took him deep without hesitation. The wet sounds filled the cabin as I sucked him, eyes watering but locked on his face. He groaned, fingers in my hair. “Fuck, you are perfect. Deeper. Let Tyler see what a good little secret keeper you are.” Tyler unzipped his own pants, stroking himself as he watched. “Damn. He is better than when he spied on us. Make him choke on it.”

Before long, Emeriel stood completely nude, vulnerable to the hungry gaze of the beast. The beast lifted him off his feet and hurled him onto the bed. "I will step out of sight, but I will be right outside," Madam Livia's voice sounded distant. Emeriel's entire being buzzed with a mixture of arousal and fear, his attention entirely on the beast staring at him as if he were a fresh meal to be devoured. Why is my body so attuned to this feral? The beast’s manhood stood erect and heavy, curved at the tip. Red, angry, and glistening with precum.

he asked, more like a growl. “Yes! God, yes!” I gasped, my hands clawing at his back. He leaned down and spat on my face, the shock of it making me moan louder. “Bad girl,” he chucked, his thrusts brutal and each one pushing me closer to my climax. “Take it all.” Toni was still there, her hands roaming over Alec’s back, then mine, her fingers brushing my breasts. “Jesus, Tazz, this is so fucking sexy,” she drooled, her voice thick with arousal. “He’s wrecking you.”

A masked highway-man pressed a lady against a carriage, her skirts whipped high as he penetated her with a weapon longer and thicker than his pistol. The study seemed to vibrate with the heat and grind of passion as Karen viewed the hump backed beast, transvestites, flagellation; dirty old men with grotesque, distended members and huge sagging testicles; beautiful youths with spritely cocks springing eagerly from thick pubic hair, their balls firm and taut. No aspect of physical congress was left unexplored. Women with women, men with men, women with men, every variation under the sun depicted - a seething bacchanalia.

I walked my fingers down his chest, his packs, and lastly the awakened beast pushing against his pants. I rubbed his bulge through his pants. He groaned and grabbed my hand. I gigled when he brought my hand inside his pants. He even taught me how to pet his beast, wrapping my fingers around his length and moving it up and down. What I did made the beast grew bigger, well nourished. He made me land my back against the bed and positioned between my legs. He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped it. He looked down at me and said, “are you sure about this, Serra? I could still stop but after this I couldn’t anymore.”

Pete groaned as William grabbed the nape of his neck and stared lustfully into his eyes. “You hear me? This hole belongs to me now.” “Yes—yes! Yours—fuck—yours!” William moaned. The bathroom was filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, muffled groans and their heavy breathing. Pete reached and grabbed William’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, fast and rough. “Come for me,” Pete growled. “Do it, ballet boy.” And William did. Biting his forearm to keep from screaming, his body convulsing around Pete’s cock so tight it nearly dragged Pete over the edge with him.

Beau flips open the book. “How about I read you a chapter? That should take your mind off of things.” My cheeks burn, and it has nothing to do with any remnant fever. “I don’t think that –” “You can get off if you want. I won’t judge.” “I will not!” I cover my face with my hands. Beau shrugs. “An orgasm is a perfectly ordinary bodily function. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” It’s not that Beau is unattractive. He is, and he has that devilish sort of smile that so easily makes the girls trip and fall into his bed. But I’m not going to be one of them.

My tits jiggling with every movement. He gripped my hips, guiding me and thrusting up to meet my rhythm. The wooden wall creaked around us. His cassock was bunched around his waist and my dress was bunched around my neck too. We were completely exposed in the middle of the church. He reached between us and rubbed my clit furiously. “Come on me again,” he growled. “Let God and the saints hear how much you love sinning on my cock.” I shattered for the third time, my pussy convulsing around him. Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound.