Caged Fury Nude Scenes Novels & Stories

He ignores it. I take out my cellphone and record as you lie like a rag doll on top of one of your rutty ravishers. He fiercely pounds your sappy snatch with his huge dick while his co-worker is savagely penetrating your now widened asshole, doggy-style. Meanwhile, the third has raised your head by the hair so he can pierce your mouth and throat with his own angry cock. All of you are now completely naked and are being viewed by a growing male audience. Some have even started to masturbate as they ogle the steamy scene. Damn, I'm cumming...

Despite my desire to scream and resist with all my strength, the only thing I could do was lie there, confined under him. However, just as swiftly as the chaos began, it ceased. Cage abruptly withdrew from me, his breathing uneven and strained. His body shook, his hands balled into fists at his sides. He appeared on the verge of breaking, and I could perceive the tension in every feature of his face. The look in his eyes was no longer wild, but instead filled with shame and self-loathing.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

"Please, Cage. I want to see your dick. Please don't make me beg, just take it out and show me." "You don't need to beg, I'll show you," Cage answered after a brief pause. He unzipped his shorts, lifted his butt and pushed them down, then lifted his legs and took them completely off. Kota leaned a little forward to get a good look while Cage pulled his shirt off over his head. She didn't mean he should get naked, but she wasn't about to complain. "Oh, you're uncircumcised.You're so hard. I did that to you?" Kota whispered in her breathy, low, sultry voice.

Her legs were forcibly spread by ropes around her ankles, her shaved pussy glistening with juices, her full breasts rising and falling with heavy breathing, nipples hard as stones. Stefan, also naked, his thick veiny cock semi-erect, watched with a sadistic smile, whip in hand. “Fuck, I’m handcuffed and exposed for my men… my pussy is dripping, ready to be tortured and fucked,” Pathy thought, her body trembling with arousal, juices trickling down to her asshole and soaking the black sheets.

He turned around and switched something on and the whole wall flashed with images that had my eyes widening. I stood there, stunned, as the wall transformed into a canvas of erotic scenes that were even more intense than what I had just witnessed. Women and Men were bound, screaming with pleasure. They were all naked, in different positions, fucked in different holes, tied and gagged. Some were being whipped, some were being spanked. I didn’t know what to make of it. Jake leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “This is what I enjoy, Cassie. This is what I want to share with you, but only when you’re ready.”

My nude stepbrother's intense gaze at the camera causes my folds to clench around nothing and a broken moan escapes my lips. This is too much, yesterday had been a PG rated teaser to what I am looking right now. My eyes hungrily soaks in the details on the picture, lustfully eating up my own stepbrother's nakedness. I want to learn about sex and now I can only envision Felix being the one to pop my cherry. My breathing is getting heavier the longer I look at the page. I flip the page and it's him again, this time with drops of water all over his body and his hands are over his head, showcasing the abs I saw through his wet clothes yesterday.

★★★ Before she cursed him again, Alexander moved the vibrator away and stuck his middle finger in her wet entrance, playing a little with her wetness before shoving it in. A big whine left her mouth, feeling his finger inside her. She was so on the moon, couldn’t have the strength to bear torture. Her face inclined on the glass, and so did her hands placed on the window. Alexander was so evil with his finger as it thrust up violently, her juice seeping out and her moaning fell on the glasses.

I tilted my chin up even as I begged, “Please, fûck me, you arsehôle.” He twisted his finger inside me and started to stroke me again, my eyes widened as my lower belly tightened in preparation for another orgàsm that was too soon and too much for me. I shook my head as I cried, “No. No. No. I’m so sorry. Please, Antonio, no more. Just fuck me already, please.” “At fûcking last.” He growled as he unfolded his body like a panther in one graceful move and stood over me like the beast from the wild, ready to conquer his prey.

I could understand the feeling for at that moment, my insides were also screaming for fulfillment. As that embers of desire lit into a fire within me, the room suddenly opened, and a nude man entered with a gun was in his hand. His eyes were blindfolded, but I could tell that he was still young. His body was clean, sexy, and lean, and that thing between his thigh suddenly bolted out as the woman at the screen moaned louder. “What are you doing here?’ I screamed. “Quiet. Our boss wants to watch a live show," he ridiculed.