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Kira’s thighs tremble as her climax nears. I plunge my tongue deep inside her and stop just as she’s about to get there. "Rhys, don’t stop." She begs. Her eyes are glistening, face flushed with need. I sit on the couch and grab the woman, bending her over my legs. "Little liars don’t get to come." I punctuate my words with a slap on her ass cheek, yet another thing I’ve wanted to do for a while.

There’s no faking it in the slightest when I lose control, my pussy squelching as I moan like Beverlythe whore. I’m a wreck on the bed when I’m done coming and he pulls the dildo out of me. I could lie here in the aftermath all night long, but he wastes no time in going back to the mini bar and gesturing me over with a click of his fingers. Fuck. My whole body is wobbly as I drop to the floor and crawl to him. I’m sure my makeup must be a total mess as I grin up at User 677 like he’s a king. “More champagne, little whore?”

She giggles like a little girl. “You are fun. Saying no but wanting more and more.” “No.. I don’t want more… I will die of laughter,” I complained. “For God’s sake, let me sleep. I have a meeting tomorrow.” I tell her and she finally stops. “Okay. I will stop now,” she says, breathing heavily and we lay in bed in silence. “What else comes with F?” I ask her. The word ‘forced’ alarmed me a little. She hums.”I don’t remember everything but… flogging, figging, forced masturbation, forced nudity, fantasy rape, fisting.” I blanch at last two words. Definitely a big no for me.

With trembling hands, I opened the trending headlines on my phone. Sure enough, someone had already recorded the video playing on the display screen and uploaded it online. It had instantly become the number one trending topic locally. Just then, several black MPVs pulled up at the company entrance. A group of uniformed officials walked through the crowd. They wore serious, emotionless expressions as they stopped in front of me. One of them held up his badge and said, "Are you Yelena? We've received a report accusing you of exchanging sexual favors for professional benefits. You'll need to come with us."

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

“She’s creaming from a spanking, Dad. What a perfect little pain slut.” Victor spread her cheeks, exposing both holes. He lubed the thick plug and pressed the tip against her tight asshole. “Relax, or it’ll hurt more.” He pushed steadily, stretching her virgin ring until the plug popped inside. Sophia moaned loudly at the full, invasive pressure. He turned it on low. The vibrations radiated through her pussy, making her clit throb unbearably. Next came the nipple clamps. He attached them one by one, tightening until she hissed at the sharp bite. The chain dangled between her heavy breasts.

Grabbing one of her boobs, Emily grunted when she felt her orgasm was slowly disappearing before she could even get to it, and that wasn’t what she wanted. Frustrated, she reached for her phone and after searching for only a few seconds, she finally found a video that suited her taste amongst the multiple ‘hardcore rape’ videos. She returned to the table, and as the video played, as the woman struggled with the three men that were about to fuck her, their big cocks dangling in her face as one of them slapped her so that she would open her mouth and take the dick by force. While the woman had put up one hell of a fight, she was no match for three men stronger than her. One of them had her pin

BLAIRE I gripped Raymond’s massive shoulders, my knuckles turning white as I slammed my weight down onto him. The leather of the sofa creaked under us, but the sound was drowned out by the wet, rhythmic slap of our bodies meeting. Every time I rose and fell, his thick cock buried itself deeper into my aching core, stretching me until I felt like I was going to burst. I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved.

I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.

Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat. On the laptop, a chat window scrolled wildly with messages: tips pouring in, hearts exploding, filthy requests flooding the screen. “Fuck yourself harder, slut!” “Shove it deeper!” “You’re such a dirty whore today!” Euro amounts flashed with each donation—€50, €100, €500—adding up insanely fast. Zara was a cam whore. A filthy, successful one, by the looks of it.