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He was on his knees, degrading himself for this woman, and he had never been more turned on in his life. He slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them upward to find the rough, sensitive spot he had read about in books. She cried out, her back arching, her hips bucking against his face. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop.”

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A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Fucking drenched,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He folded the evidence of my arousal neatly, then walked over to his desk drawer, opened it, and tucked my panties inside like a trophy. The drawer clicked shut. He turned back to me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. Now get back to work, little slut. I’ll be keeping these close.” The rest of the day became a slow, exquisite descent into hell and heaven at the same time.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

getting gang-fucked into oblivion right in front of him. I finally looked at him, covered in sweat and cum, smiling. “Now you know what it feels like to be completely used.”

His hands slid under my hoodie, grabbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing them roughly. “Damian… please… someone will see us…” I gasped, trying to push him away. “Let them,” he smirked, sliding his hands under my bra to pinch my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy throbbed, my panties drenched with shameful desire. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach. “Look how wet you are just from me touching you.”

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

“You think one load is enough on our wedding night? I’m going to fuck you until my cum is leaking down your thighs for days.” He pulled out slowly, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Thick white semen dripped from my gaping pussy onto the sheets. Before I could catch my breath, George flipped me onto my back and climbed between my spread legs. His blue eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at my messy cunt. “Look at that pretty married pussy. All red and dripping with my seed.” He smeared his cockhead through the mess, coating himself, then slapped the heavy shaft against my swollen clit. I jolted, a sharp moan escaping me.

I was so wet from how completely immoral this was, not understanding why the taboo nature of all this turned me on more than anything else. My clit throbbed in time with my pulse, and the adrenaline moving through my veins felt like liquid fire. It burned me from the inside out. When he finally touched my soaked pussy, I groaned and popped my ass up more, angling my pussy so he could get in nice and deep. “My baby girl is so wet for Daddy. Such a dirty little slut.” When he leaned in, covering my back with his hard torso, I moaned, loving his hairy chest against my bare skin.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.