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The high was, as he had promised Guru, one of the most amazing feelings a tom could get without resorting to illegal drugs that would fuck your system up beyond repair. This was better than catnip. Better than fucking a no-fur yourself. Well, almost better than that. Nothing was better than fucking a no-fur. Or at least, fucking his no-fur. So when Spitfire pulled Doll forward, exposing his slick seeding pocket being well fucked by the other no-fur, and invited Hades to come and enjoy Doll's ass, there was no hesitation in the Black-fur. Hades propped one knee on the bed and lined himself up to penetrate his no-fur nice and slowly. Spitfire had already used his clever fingers to lubricate Do

If Black Hound caught the sarcasm, he did not show it. "There is also a modified tracker in your car, just in case," Black Hound said. "What else has been bugged or hacked?" Matteo asked wearily. Black Hound glared at Vixen who rolled her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out. Matteo who saw the whole exchange asked. "Is there something I should know?" Matteo asked. "We hacked your tv also," Vixen finally told him. "Now that is just extreme," Matteo said in disbelief.

I never expected to get fucked senseless over the hood of my own broken-down car by a dirty, tattooed mechanic in the middle of nowhere. But here I was — bent over the warm metal hood of my Mercedes, skirt shoved up around my waist, panties ripped off and dangling from one ankle, while a rough, grease-stained hand gripped my hip and a thick cock slammed into me from behind like he was trying to punish me for existing.

This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE! As the shorter man’s small cock is trying its hardest to make its way down my throat, barely reaching my tonsils, it looks as if the other four are ready for me now. One is walking over with the mesmerizing black horse hair flogger, the handle bound in a perfect wrapping of red and black leather while the second man grabs a scary pair of stainless-steel butterfly nipple clamps. The third has nothing but his beautifully, but only semi-hard 9-inch black cock. The fourth seems to be holding back, simp

"You're so tight, and I love it... Your p*ssy's making me feel so good and I know my d*ck's also making you feel awesome too. You must be dying to scream out of fear and pleasure, no?... But the ride is still long, we can't let the taxi driver ruin our happy sex, so stay quiet okay? I am here to give you the greatest car experience you would ever have..." "Hhmmm... mmm." "More, faster, you say?" At the backseat, the scene turned crazy as the lady peaked a couple of times because of somebody she assumed to be a ghost, a very horny sex god of a ghost. Meanwhile, inside the hideout of the storage house.

I had to get out of there, but not before I peeked inside the secret room. I took the pen that he let fall and drew the songbird code on my wrist. I then made out in search of my way towards it. Once I got to it, I knocked. Just as I suspected, they inquired for the code. I exposed my fake tattoo then suddenly, the door jolted open. It revealed a long, stretched, bare, dark corridor illuminated by red and pink neon lights. Was it some sort of club? The girl who had opened the door, stepped out from behind it and pushed it, closed. She had red hair which most of it was tucked under her black beanie. She had on a black mask covering the lower part of her face, her eyes the only ones visible.

Ste was unsure what to say or do, so he nodded and made a non-committal sound. “Well?” Jamie probed. “Do you think I’m abnormal?” “No,” Ste answered, a little too quickly. “I mean, there’s a category on Pornhub for it so… it’s gotta be normal, right?” “Oh?” Jamie perked up. “There is?” “Well, yeah… it’s the S part in BDSM,” Ste explained to his clueless tormentor. “Oh,” Jamie laughed. “Maybe I’ll tie you up and whip you.” It was phrased like a joke but the look in Jamie’s eyes was calculating, as if he were gauging Ste’s reaction to the suggestion.

She glanced at Cody and corrected saying “our barn.” Damon said, “Cody was telling me about heartbreaker.” Angel smiled so brightly at the mention of the horse she said “He is a randy fella for sure. But, beautiful, I’ve never seen a more beautiful animal.” Damon looked at Cody and said, “You know Gambler and Heartbreaker have the same Sire.” She heard Cody sigh, but he said “Yes, I knew. It’s the culmination of a man’s life’s dream to own a horse like that.”

Chapter 3: Bent Over the Greasy Hood and Flooded with Thick Mechanic Cum Diesel’s powerful hips slammed forward again and again, driving his massive, oil-slick cock deep into Jake’s stretched hole. The truck hood creaked loudly under Jake’s ass with every brutal thrust. Their sweaty, grease-streaked bodies slapped together obscenely, the wet sounds echoing through the sweltering garage. “Fuck… taking me so deep,” Diesel growled, eyes locked on where his thick shaft disappeared into Jake’s greedy hole. “Look at that pretty ass swallowing every inch of my fat mechanic dick. So sloppy and shiny with oil and precum.”

He had recorded them. Without their knowledge. My stomach dropped. Heat flooded my cheeks, but it was not only shameful. I should have turned and run. Instead I stood frozen, watching the headmaster of Blackthorn Academy fuck himself with a toy while he watched secret recordings of the women he had taken. A soft, wet sound escaped the silicone sleeve as he stroked himself faster. His jaw tightened. The video on screen changed again. A different woman, this one in the back seat of a car, legs spread, his fingers buried inside her while she gasped his name. The camera had been mounted somewhere she could not see.