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' Sweat rolling off my forehead, I could feel the tape beginning to cut into my wrists. 'No. Hold it.' She continued riding, harder now, slamming down with wet sounds filling the room. I was so close but she slowed down, and gently slapped my cheeks. 'Good boy. So desperate.' After the third orgasm denial , my cock was throbbing. She stopped riding, facing me. 'Now, fill my ass and maybe I may let you cum in them.' She grabbed lube from the drawers, squirting it all over my cock and her ass crack. She turned, her back facing me as she spread her ass cheeks, exposing my asshole. 'Push in.' I lifted my hips, slowly watching my dick disappear into her ass. She hissed, then sunk down, taking me

A masked highway-man pressed a lady against a carriage, her skirts whipped high as he penetated her with a weapon longer and thicker than his pistol. The study seemed to vibrate with the heat and grind of passion as Karen viewed the hump backed beast, transvestites, flagellation; dirty old men with grotesque, distended members and huge sagging testicles; beautiful youths with spritely cocks springing eagerly from thick pubic hair, their balls firm and taut. No aspect of physical congress was left unexplored. Women with women, men with men, women with men, every variation under the sun depicted - a seething bacchanalia.

Succubus fluid could be used as a sexual aphrodisiac. “That must be rather unpleasant,” Emma mused. “He is in constant agony, but his pain is my pleasure,” Terra said. She laid on her back and spread her legs exposing her smooth gleaming pussy while grabbing the man’s leash. “Fuck me like you really want water!” The man had to use his hips to guide his cock into the creature’s fleshy folds because his hands were tightly bound behind his back. It took him some moments to slide his shaft into the Terra’s pussy and when he did, he moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

I was screaming continuously now, drooling, crying, cumming non-stop in violent, squirting waves that soaked all three of us. “Listen to this filthy mess,” Lena laughed, twisting her fist inside me. “You’re nothing but a set of holes for us now, Ciara. Say it.” “I’m just holes!” I wailed. “Your tattooed cumdump! Use me harder— please— I need more cock!” Slade pulled out of my ass suddenly, leaving it gaping obscenely. Lena removed her fist with a wet pop. They flipped me onto my back, legs pushed to my ears in a mating press.

I squirmed, widening my legs even more as he immediately dipped one long, straight finger right into my wet pussy. I hissed in pleasure. He pulled the hand out and lifted his head, his gaze holding mine as he carried the finger to his lips and licked it clean. The sight was so incredibly erotic, I was afraid I was going to cum right then and there. I made an animal sound of arousal deep in my throat; low and guttural and decidedly unfeminine. Calix laughed, “Yes that’s right. I want that wild girl; unrestrained.”

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Some are standing, others bent over, some completely restrained, legs spread and chained to the walls, their asses on full display. Above each slot is a photo of their face and handles for leverage. “Someone’s excited,” Camden murmurs, voice laced with amusement. I glance down, seeing my rock-hard cock bobbing against my stomach. Camden’s gaze locks on it, his hand drifting down to stroke his own length. “I know we said no sex between us,” he muses, voice dark with promise, “but fuck—watching you lose yourself in this? That’s hot as hell.” I bite my lip, indecisive, then reach out and stroke his cock, watching it twitch under my touch.

My body tenses when I hear people passing by the door, they might hear me, they might come in and see me but even so I feel my body getting more excited at the thought that we might be discovered. He orders me to stand up, and makes me stand with my back against his body, I sigh when I feel his nibbles on my back and his fingers run over my body, my intimacy until ending in a couple of slaps on my ass. —Never forget that only I, will be able to see you like this. That's clear," his hand on my ass grows stronger, "I can't hear you, bunny girl. Obeying is not my thing, I didn't want to give him that satisfaction but, when his hand grabs my neck tilting my body backwards while with the other he

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

He dropped the wine Glass to the floor, causing it to shatter as I tried not to flinch from where I was sitting on the sofa. He moved closer to me and began to unbuckle his belt, drawing his trousers down to reveal his cock. A gasp escaped my lips as I stared at the red, veiny monster dancing in front of my face, swelling with each movement. His brothers got up too and all undressed in my presence, like the Greek gods they were. I could feel myself getting wet as my nipples hardened underneath my clothes. "What are you waiting for? Get undressed too." Kieran spoke up and despite my legs wobbling, I did as he said.