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My lips parted, and heat pooled in my pussy. "You test me," Elias murmured, his voice low. "You like pushing me this far." I didn't deny it. Couldn't. He guided me against him, his mouth brushing the slope of my chest taking in my nipples to his mouth. The soft, reverent press of his lips sent sparks through my body—his tongue tracing gentle circles, his breath hot against my skin. He moved with care, but nothing about his touch felt careful. It felt... claiming. I arched into him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“But right now I’m not away. Let us enjoy ourselves. Will you lie on your stomach and kneel for me? Let’s try a new style.” I nodded quickly, even though I was nervous. I turned over and got on my knees, my face down on and my ass up as Eric moved behind me. I felt his hands on my hips, holding me steady. Then I felt the big head of his cock at my entrance again. He pushed in slowly at first but this new position felt much deeper. I screamed loudly as he filled me completely in one smooth thrust. “Are you calling for help, my beloved?” Eric chuckled behind me. “No one is going to hear you. This place is soundproof.”

She kept stroking me through it until the aftershocks faded and I had to gently push her hand away, oversensitive. I rolled toward her and pushed her onto her back. Her legs fell open easily. I kissed down her throat, across her breasts, lingering to suck each nipple until she squirmed. Lower still, over the soft plane of her stomach. The scent of her arousal reached me before I even parted her folds with my fingers. She was slick and swollen. I settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe from her entrance up to her clit. The taste was sharp and clean. Her hips jerked and she made a low sound that went straight through me.

He bids me to unfurl my knees and lie back like a Vitruvian man. He paints the soles of my feet, between my toes then over the arch and ankles. My whole being is centered in the tip of the cool fibers as he continues, swirling and caressing every dip and curve of my body. My stomach flutters as he makes his way over first one knee then the other, writing, drawing. I feel letters being teased onto me, then shapes and waves. I am losing myself in this slow careful ecstasy. At last the brush swoops over my mons, intertwining with my own curling fibers. My pussy is slick with desire now, and I wish he would dip into me. I open my legs as wide as I can and tense my buttocks, forcing my entrance h

I could feel myself unraveling, teetering on the edge of control as he kept whispering things in my ear, his words sending shivers down my spine. His touch was relentless, his fingers and hips working together as waves of pleasure built higher and higher, and I bit my lip, praying I wouldn’t make a sound that would give me away. He kept talking to me, his words dark and possessive, telling me exactly what he wanted from me. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice a low, intoxicating murmur in my ear. “You love it when I touch you like this. You’re so wet… so perfect.” His words sank into me, fueling the wild heat building inside and as I gave myself over completel

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Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

Her juices coated his lips, and she moaned loudly, “Mmm, yes.” “Write now,” Hayes said. His tongue swirled over her clit, and he handed her a pen. “Write how my screaming slut’s pussy needs me.” Eva’s hand shook, and she scribbled, “My pussy belongs to him, I’m his dirty girl.” Her fingers rubbed her clit faster, screams echoed, “Aaah! Oh god!” His tongue licked deeper, tasted her slickness, and she cried, “Please, more!” He pulled back, teasing her. “Not yet, beg louder.”

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“So wet and hot around my cock.” Then he began to move. He moved slowly, fucking me in deep strokes at first that gradually picked up speed. The cuffs kept me pinned as he fucked me harder, the bench creaking beneath us. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, making stars burst behind my eyes. His hand came down to rub my clit in steady circles while he pounded into me. “That’s it, Abby. Take my cock like a good girl. This pussy was made for me tonight.” The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge.