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I stood before him in my bra and panties, heart pounding. "I called you here because I want you to fuck me. Exactly like you said earlier. I want you to bury your bare cock, balls-deep in my pussy—no condom. Sixty-nine, whatever that means. Then fuck me for hours. Hard. Nasty. Raw. Take me in every corner of this house. Bend me over the counter, my tits pressed against the mirror while you pump load after load of your thick cum into me until I can't even stand straight."

I can't help but gasped at what he did as I was waiting for what he will do next. "Fuck! What are you doing, Dom?" I asked Dom with a confused tone when he suddenly rubbed his dick on my ass, it felt so fucking weird when he rubbed his dick on me, especially since I was not used to someone doing it to me. "I'm sorry sir, it's just my fetish. I love the idea of rubbing my raging hard dick in the ass of a muscular and handsome top, it feels so dominating." Dom replied and he did not even bother to stop what he was doing to me.

Then he pulled back and turned her toward the computer. Tracie's eyes widened at the page displayed there. A banner across the top proclaimed "Finest toys and equipment for the discriminating bondage fans." In a column along the left, in bold letters, was a list that included floggers, spanking benches, paddles, and restraints. The rest of the page was taken up by pictures of various items. "Do these frighten you, Tracie?" For the first time Pete's voice held a note of uncertainty.

Declan moans out hoarsely. SPANK! SPANK! He spanks and squeezes her boobs. Brianna shudders and shuts her eyes as electricity shoots through her. Her knees buckle and she drops down on her ass. "Get up! Get up!" Declan jerks on her hair. He shoves his left hand into her mouth and makes her suckle. "Join those boobies together." "You wanna fuck my boobs?" Brianna's face lights up with a sweet smile. "Do you enjoy having your boobs fucked?"

My hands were raised above me, like a statue, like a worthless object displayed in a museum. Adrian and Sebastian stopped talking. They stared at me with desire. Leon brought his lips close to my ear. I felt his warm breath. "I need to be honest with you, Ana," he whispered sensually. "I have a fetish." I swallowed. "What fetish?" "I like watching my partner being enjoyed by other men." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What?" I whispered. "I like watching you with Adrian. I like watching you with Sebastian. I like watching you enjoy them and them enjoying you."

"The wooden stick is nothing, I'm the only one who can fuck the deepest and most tender of pussies, baby." He said as the merry-go-round rotated upside and down, Brent thrusting hard again and again. "Ahhhh, honey... I love this present. Mmmm... uhhhh..." "Does it feel good to be fucked by hubby ? Squirt your slutty juice into hubby's mouth today too, so I can feel accomplished." Hermosa came again as she was fucked by the slutty devil. The toy that belonged to Hermosa and Brent ended up covered in splotches of lustful juices.

“The Brigadiers have been waiting to test their share of the Blood Princess’s new pet.” I climbed onto the heavy oak table in the center of the room and immediately dropped onto my back, spreading my legs as wide as I could and pulling my knees toward my chest. My voice came out needy and broken. “Please, Brigadiers… use your shared Bratva toy. Stretch every hole while you talk business. Fill me with your loads. I need to feel what your rank does to a whore like me.” The senior Brigadier, a broad man named Dimitri with a thick beard and cold eyes, stood first. He dropped his pants and rubbed his massive cock along my slit before slamming it deep into my pussy in one powerful thrust.

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

Bram picks me up the second my arms wrap around his shoulders—as if we practiced it—and our mouths fit together perfectly, no awkward teeth or messy timing. His lower lip between mine, his hands squeezing my waist, my thighs tightening around him. God, I like him too much. Too much. “We could’ve fucked here, right now,” he mutters against my mouth, voice thick with want, “But you decided to wear this fucking… chastity contraption.” “It’s a wetsuit, idiot. I bought it at a surfer store,” I murmur as he tries to touch my body but the tight fabric has me all wrapped like a baked potato. There’s no going in.

I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.