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I was in so much utopia, I want to do it, I want to fuck this beauty. “Bram, can I do it? Can I put it in? Do you want it?” “Yes, Alpha.” “Bend over,” I sat on my heels, watching him turn around, kneeling with his ass shooting out in front of me. I stared at it, paying attention to how his hole was clenching on nothing. I took in every detail of his body, every mass of his flesh as I began to stroke my own cock, “Shake those children bearing hips, Bram,” I moan crazily as he shakes his hips seductively, moaning sweetly as well with a gulp of slick squirting out of his hole.

"Look at how wet she is. Dripping all over the bed. She loves being fucked like this." Marcus's grip on my hair tightened. He began to fuck my throat faster, harder, using my mouth like it was made for his cock. I could barely breathe, could barely think, but I didn't care. The lack of control was intoxicating. Behind me, Jade was relentless. She drove the strap-on into my ass with punishing force, her hands gripping my hips so tight I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. The sound of her hips slapping against my ass filled the room, mixing with my muffled moans and Marcus's groans.

“Aw, is my little brat embarrassed about her masochist kink?” Karyna pouted at that, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. “I have a lot of nasty kinks—I’m sure you don't want to find out.” She struggled to tell me through her muffled moans as I rubbed her clit. Our eyes met, and I pulled my hand away, sucking my fingers clean, licking all her juices from each one. “I want to find out,” my voice dropped to a low whisper as I corrected her wrong insinuation. My eyes dropped down to her lips and I licked my bottom lip to see how full, juicy, red, and raw they looked.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

The mix of our arousal impregnates the air around us. Impregnate. He has a breeding kink; he’s fetish is to cum inside me and watch his seed run down my legs. He hasn’t use a condom with me, is not like we are going to catch a disease or get pregnant, so bareback it is. It felt oddly good, yet something within me tells me this is all wrong.

Based on my lists, I mean. The_Triumvirate: Soon, we’ll be with you to feel just how wet you are, baby girl. As for what’s above baseline, it depends on how well you’re handling it. Restraints, rope, nipple clamps, toys. I want to see you take all of our c*cks, and I don’t mean one in each hole. You’d have two in one. Theo would want to go further, mark your body, but we won’t let him. BruisedLace: Why not let Theo mark my body?

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

Hunter crawled towards me, shoving off his trousers that were still stuck at his ankles, kicking them off the bed. His face met mine, our foreheads touched as he wiped the trickles of sweat forming at my temples. He ran his hands down my entrance, palming my pussy. His fingers ran between my folds. I moaned, biting down tenderly. I was plump, warm, and already wet for him. He continued to glide his fingers into me, rubbing his thumb in circles hard against my clit. I couldn't control the moans that escaped my mouth as he pushed his fingers deep inside me, watching me lustfully.

They’d been flirty and laughing all evening and dinner had become a silly affair with Ares telling her naughty jokes to try to make her blush and her reminding him she lived with Dimi Lykiaos and nobody had a bigger potty mouth than her. Now however he was focused on another topic. “A BDSM parlor. What exactly did you do there?” “Fetish play.” He came to a dead stop, his eyes rounding incredulously. “Like what?” “Never intercourse but I had one guy who paid me a grand more than once to lick peanut butter off my body. There was a man who simply liked feet. He paid me five hundred bucks a session to massage my feet while I yelled obscenities at him. He was a nice guy but I’m pretty sure his mo

Carla screamed, her body convulsing, her breasts bouncing wildly. Atlas, ever bold, grabbed a thick dildo from the table – a veiny silicone toy, lubed with their fluids – and positioned Anya on her side. He slowly pushed his cock into her ass, stretching her tight anus while Carla continued to ride her face. At the same time, he slid the dildo into Anya’s pussy, creating a double penetration that drove her wild.