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She moaned at the stretch, her head falling back against Marcus’s shoulder. “Fuck, she feels perfect,” Ethan groaned, starting to thrust deep and steady. Marcus kissed her neck, one hand playing with her breasts while the other rubbed her clit in time with his son’s thrusts. “That’s it, baby girl. Take your brother’s cock while Daddy holds you.” The taboo words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. Lila came again quickly, clenching hard around Ethan. He followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling her with a low groan.

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

"Try not to fall harder, okay?" I didn't answer. Because I already had. ************* Sex with Christian was sex like I'd never known it. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-destroying in the best possible way. It shattered every preconceived notion of who I was and molded me into something darker, more depraved. He called me Angel, baby, one moment, and his whore the next. And I loved it. Even at his coldest, Christian had always treated me with respect sex, but during sex, I was his toy. His to fuck and use in the shower, pressed against the window, bent over the desk-and I craved it as much as he did.

he lets out calling my name in the sweetest but the most deadliest manner. What do you want me to do? He smiled again and then pushed me back to the bed as he sat upright on the bed, his hot gaze never leaving me. “Open your legs pumpkin”. I swallowed silently as I spread my legs open. I saw the smile on his face when he saw my molds , it was that satisfied look that gave me something that I needed. Christian slowly rested his back on the chair as he smiled watching the scene unfold. “I want you to touch yourself,” he said, dragging the words slowly alone for me to hear.

Lana’s Point of View “Show me your tits,” Christian murmured darkly in my ears, his voice was deep and filled with thick lust, as he pressed his hand against my crotch, feeling my pussy from the cotton short I was putting on. My breath faltered, as his hands tightened around my neck, his fingers teased me as he traced the outline of my femininity, my legs parting on their own accord. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” A deep rumble escaped from his chest again, and I sighed heavily.

“So tell me, Joel. The man who wants to be a priest. How does it feel to know you just fucked a bride of Christ?” He couldn’t speak. She leaned close, lips brushing his ear. “And I’m not done with you yet.” Her hand slid under the sheets, fingers wrapping around his cock again. Already hardening. “Round two,” she whispered. “And this time, I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name.” She pushed him back against the pillows and climbed on top, her eyes blazing with something that looked a lot like damnation. “Open your mouth,” she said. “I want to taste myself on your tongue.” He did. And she kissed him like she was trying to steal his soul.

She licked her lips longingly as if shamelessly asking for more. However, her common sense was pounding on the door of her heart. “Christian… You’re too hot and sweaty. Let go of me.” “Now you say that! But it’s too late!” Christian looked at her dazed eyes and in that instant, wanted her right there. Her petite body made one feel the urge to charge into it. “No, you’re pressing down on me. It hurts… My baby” “Be Good, it won’t hurt in a bit!” Christian’s lower area stirred. Didn’t this woman know exclaiming pain like that was a deadly lure for men?

The mattress dipped beneath his weight, and his thumb found my clit again, circling and stroking until it was swollen and needy and begging for more. “How would you like to be fucked, pretty girl?” He kept his thumb on my clit and pushed a finger inside me, working it deeper with each movement. A whimper clawed up my throat as my body lit beneath his erotic manipulations. “On your back and spread wide, or on all fours taking every inch of my cock in that tight little pussy?” Had I not been lost in a haze of lust, I might’ve been embarrassed by his filthy words. But I was too far gone, and Christian was the only man I’d ever truly fantasized about.

she said, moving closer to him, " I thought of you every day, Christian. " She stood between him and the table. Christian felt uncomfortable and made to move back be she leaned forward and grabbed the chair, exposing her cleavages to his view. " What are you doing?", his voice came out roughly. Marissa licked her red lips seductively, " can't you see? That I'm showing you how I miss you?" she said and slowly raised her leg, placing it on his chair and exposing her red panties. Christian closed his eyes, " stop Marissa ", he ordered,

“You’re walking out of here tomorrow still leaking me. Every time you sit down in church you’ll feel it. Every time you stand up to read scripture you’ll remember whose cock ruined you.” He turned his head and kissed me messy and desperate, tasting like my cum and his own tears. “Yes. God, yes. Make me yours. Completely.” Outside, voices passed the door again. Laughing. Completely unaware that the purest boy in the youth group was currently on his back on the fellowship-hall floor with a used hole full of cum and another man’s cock still twitching inside him. I stayed buried. He stayed plugged. The lights never came back on.