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NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

wall again, lifted pounding, back scraping as he slammed nonstop. Doggy on the floor next, ass up, cock spearing from behind, hands fisting hair. "Show size... take it all, crush girl." "Beg nicely... or no more. Fall in love? Mine to unlock anytime." Second climax hit, body shaking, gushing around him. He followed, pulling out to rub cum over my ass, then back in, senseless rhythm, hardening minutes later, true to the pull. Counter tease, bed tangle hours of desperate fucks, tension's fire consuming.

Then, he'd ram his fat meat inside me, fucking me so hard the table shook. We never used condoms. Not once. I knew deep down we were being reckless as fuck, but it was so good with his bare cock pulsing inside me, filling me with hot cum. I was dick whipped. My husband, Tom, was barely home, but this time I didn't give a fuck. We hadn't even had sex for a month now. With him always saying he was tired or wasn't in the mood. It's like he thought a baby would fall from the sky.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

Rissa let out a shattered cry as she began to squirt, the bedsheets soaking beneath her. Ronan didn't give her a second to breathe. He moved over her, his eyes dark with a final, fierce triumph. Using her own wetness as lube, he lined himself up at her entrance and, with one heavy, deliberate thrust, he buried his entire length inside her. Ronan began moving in and out with a slow, agonizing friction that made Rissa’s breath hitch in time with every thrust. He wanted her to feel every inch of him. After a few heavy strokes, he gripped her hips and flipped them both in one fluid motion. Now, she was the one sitting on top of him, impaled by his massive length while he laid back against the pi

The touch lingers. I shift, pressing my thighs together. My pussy is already getting wet. This is ridiculous. They’re just being nice. But my body hasn’t been touched properly in weeks, and something about the way they look at me—like they can see straight through my polite smiles—makes me clench. Clara sets her wine down and scoots closer on my other side. “Let’s help you relax. Tell us what you really need out here.” The conversation drifts. They share stories about the other wives in the neighborhood. The secret parties. The way certain husbands travel and certain wives… entertain themselves. Their laughter is low and knowing.

He tells me he loves fucking me because I brought thrills to his nerves, and he loves the thrill. His wife is boring in bed, he told me. We both have the same experience, though. My husband is boring on bed too. 10:30 in the evening was the time he told me. I arrived thirty minutes early and stayed outside their gates. Then I saw Caleb walking out, I got out of my car and met him halfway with a wild kiss. He chuckled then kissed me back, taking no care if someone sees us here. Well, our videos were uploaded on p**n sites, so they probably knew about us.

Between sex stories, voyeurism, between cases of betrayal, each one begins, with a swing, with stories of pleasure, tales of passion, involving this company, the multinational Wagner Weber. In which still, the three among their supervisions, among the branches, the cases involving several employees of the companies, the buildings where the passion cases show their countless employees, the sexy secretary, their managers and partners, the passion tales, sex and seduction that surround the centrals. Embark on passion stories in which each tale has its own love affairs, in which each of them has the power of control, amidst the power of pleasure they exert over their lovers, in different moments