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"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

“You were so close to coming for Daddy. So fucking close. Imagine how good it would feel to finally let me bury myself inside you. To hear you moan my real name while I claim what’s mine.” His words painted vivid pictures in my mind — his thick cock stretching me, his powerful body pinning me down, that deep voice praising me as “good girl” while he ruined me. The near-miss with Madison only made the fantasy hotter, more dangerous. I wanted it so badly it hurt. The guilt, the risk, the overwhelming need to surrender completely to my stepfather — it all swirled into an addictive ache. Mason leaned in, lips hovering just above mine. “Next time, baby girl… you won’t push me away. You’ll beg Dad

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”

I gripped the shelf, legs trembling as he sucked my clit, fingers joining to fuck me roughly. 'Yes, Ethan! Eat me out!' I panted, grinding against his face. He devoured me, relentless, until I came with a shudder, flooding his mouth. He stood, cock out and hard, spinning me to face the wall. 'Bend over. I need to fuck you now.' I did, arse out, and he slammed in, no preamble, pounding me against the wood. Books rattled as he took me, hand over my mouth again. 'This pussy is mine. Say it.'

Her mouth latched onto my pussy. "Lick my pussy, Mommy. Eat your stepdaughter's hole...mhmmmm...." I rocked my hips, chasing the pressure. "Mhmmmm..yes...tongue fucking my pussy." My free hands mauled my small boobs, pinching my nipples. In my fantasy, I'd rip off her worthless panties and devour her soaked snatch. "Let me suck on your fat pussy, Vicky. Fuck....spread your cunt for me....." The pressure inside me built fast making my asshole clench painfully.

She moaned, trying to stay quiet as she squeezed her eyes shut, willing the fantasy to be real, willing dream-Dante to keep going. She could feel his moist tongue as it flicked against her, tasting her, teasing her. "Ah...oh fuck!...oh good God!! ...dammit...oh god. Oh yes please.. yes god, yes yes yes yes yes yes yessssssssssss" She was on the edge now. She was going to come. She was finally going to get what she wanted. Imagination-Dante's tongue circled her clitoris just like her fingers were doing – harder, faster, more desperately.

A single finger dipped between the lips of her sex, and she began to stroke her clit with tiny, teasing motions. Already wet from the flirting at dinner and the fantasies of Devon's body beneath the African sky, Sophie's body was more than ready for her attention. The little nub she toyed with engorged quickly, and amplified pleasure swelled within. Devon and the silver hairs around his temple — would the hairs elsewhere on his body be greying from early aging? She imagined his chest and stomach, and what they might look like speckled with silver. How magnificent an experienced cock might look nestled in a dark patch of pubic hair struck through with steel? The finger at her clit circled a l

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.