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Brick says. “ No pee. No burning.No blood. Nothing involving electricity. No knives or cutting of any kind. No strangulation. No wax play.” I tell him. “ Not a problem.” Brick says. “ Do you have a safe word?” he asks. “ I have two. Ford, to stop completely. Flag, if I’m unsure.” I answer. “ Very good, little girl. Now I want you to turn away from me and take everything but your panties off.” I turned around just like he said. The other times I have done this I have never been concerned if the Dom saw me naked because it was a one time deal and I usually never saw them again. But this is Brick even if we never do this again he is still going to see my scars. I just hope he doesn’t say anythi

The straps bit into my wrists and ankles as I thrashed in ecstasy. “Beg for my cum,” he demanded, voice rough. “Tell the club who owns this womb.” “Please, Marcus—big brother—cum inside me!” I cried out, voice breaking. “Breed your dirty little stepsister. Fill me up. Knock me up in front of everyone. I submit. I’m your whore. Your good girl. Yours forever.” His pace turned feral. Deep, grinding strokes that hit every sensitive spot. He kissed me brutally, tongues tangling as he chased his release. One hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me lightheaded with bliss.

Bio: “Your favorite MILF next door with a breeding fetish. Cum play with me, daddy. Exclusive vids, customs, and more. No PPV for my loyal breeders.” Breeding fetish? What the fuck? I scrolled, breath shallow. Thumbnails of videos: “Breeding My Step-Bro,” “Creampie Compilation,” “Impregnate Me POV.” My dick twitched despite the shock. This was her? My future sister-in-law? I clicked a preview clip before I could stop myself. Sam on screen, naked except for thigh-high stockings, on all fours. A guy behind her—faceless, just a cock—pounding away. Her moans were the same ones I heard through the walls, but dirtier. “Fill me up, baby. Breed this tight pussy. Make me yours.”

"On your knees, Bram. Strip. I want to see exactly what I'm taxing today." Bram obeyed, his hands shaking as he shed his clothes. His cock was already rigid, a thick, pulsing testament to his desperation. He knelt before her, looking up at the woman who held his entire life in her manicured hands. "You like being my little project, don't you?" Beatrice taunted, her fingers tangling in his hair and pulling his head back. She looked down at his throbbing length with a look of clinical amusement. "Look at it. So desperate. So pathetic. Do you think you deserve to cum today, Bram?"

Craving The Busty Babysitter (7) He grinned and tossed the paddle aside, climbing back between her trembling thighs. The glass dildo was still lodged inside her, coated in her arousal. He slid it out slowly, dragging every textured ridge along her walls. Brea moaned, loudly, her cuffs rattling against the headboard as she arched into it, needing more. “Beg for it,” Dennis ordered. “Please,” she gasped. “Please fuck me again. Use me. Fill me while I’m strapped to your wife’s bed like your personal whore.”

I brace myself as he positions the toy, and he’s right, he doesn’t play easy. He shunts it straight in, using my own excitement as lube. “Fuck!” “Take it, Holly.” I suck in breaths as he works it – circling – and slowly, I relax into the stretch. My hips start to buck on instinct. “That’s it, show me how much of a whore you are,” he says.

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.

"Well sometimes... I like it kind of rough. Your dad he... well let's just say he was pretty conservative in bed so he never really gave me any of the rough stuff I like. Now it's your turn. Do you have any, you know, fetishes." Billy hesitated slightly before making his confession. "I guess I have a bit of a bra fetish. I mean I like seeing pretty, mature women in their bras." "Pretty mature women... like your mom maybe?" "Yes," he said quietly, while praying she didn't think that was too weird. "Well I will keep your fetish in mind and maybe even try to indulge it one day soon... if you promise to do the same for your mother." He quietly nodded his assent before they both slipped off into

They unbound me, lifting me to stand, and formed a circle, each man taking turns kissing me, fingering me, sucking me, their hands and mouths a relentless tide. Marcus produced a final toy, a clitoral stimulator—my fantasy bending—pressing it against my cock as they all touched me—fingers in my ass, mouth, and chest, tongues on my skin—driving me to a final, earth-shattering climax, my scream muffled by their kisses. We collapsed, entwined on the mat, the retreat silent but for our ragged breaths, the Sapphire Retreat’s rapture a sacred bond etched in our flesh, the night a testament to our shared ecstasy as the stars faded into dawn.