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“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

He spoke while he fucked her, and the words were plain and direct. “I’m going to breed you right here,” he told her while each stroke stayed deep and steady. “Fill you until it’s running down your legs. You’ve become my favorite daily habit, Kayla. The thing I look forward to more than anything else in this building.” She came around him while he spoke and her body clamped down in tight waves, and he followed soon after while pressing deep and holding still as he emptied into her. He gave her almost no recovery time before turning her onto her back across the same desk and starting the second round while one of her legs hooked over his shoulder so that the angle let him go even deeper. The b

Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, squirting slightly onto the floor. Ethan didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it, then pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the bench. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove back in. “Look at me while I breed this cunt.” His thrusts were punishing now. “Cum again. I want to feel this pussy milk me.” She shattered a third time, screaming his name. Ethan buried himself to the hilt and roared, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside her. So much that it overflowed immediately, running down her ass and pooling on the bench.

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He inhaled sharply, drinking in the sight of my bare breasts before he lowered his head and took the hardened bud into his mouth. “Mmmm…Arggghhh!” Putting my hands around his neck, I moaned, as Ethan licked, sucked, and grazed my bud with his tongue and teeth. “Fuckkkk…” Maxwell had inserted his middle finger into my pussy. The feeling was overwhelming. Staring at my face, he worked them inside me and when he added a second, I nearly lost my mind. “Pleaseeee…don’t stop. Ohh Godddd. Fuck yessss.” Moans poured out of my mouth without restraint. I held Ethan tighter when his sucks became aggressive. My thighs were already shaking and my head was thrown back in ecstasy.

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

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“Never like this.” He curled his fingers against that perfect spot inside me, making my toes curl. “That’s because they’re boys. I’m a man who knows exactly how to play with this pussy. How to edge it. How to ruin it. How to breed it deep until you’re carrying my baby and begging for more.” The breeding words sent a fresh gush of wetness around his fingers. I was trembling, right on the edge of coming when he suddenly slowed his movements, keeping me teetering there cruelly.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real