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Cracker rummaged through a cardboard box until he came up with an old t-shirt, faded and worn. "It's not dirty." He tossed it to her from a distance. Juicy looked down. She was semi covered by a jacket and beneath that she wasn't wearing anything but her bra. Her panties, her skirt, her nylons and her blouse were all gone. "God..." she sobbed." Mister I'm hurt. I need an ambulance." She couldn't even raise her head from the filthy pallet. Mr. Cracker's lip twitched and then he picked up an invisible phone and began dialing.

Did all women buy lingerie for their sisters-in-law or was Klara a special case? I was even more horrified when I held up the pieces she had bought. There was no way I could put these on without accidentally ripping the fabric. She had chosen a red lacy pair that was completely see-through. The thong was basically a tiny triangle with straps I guessed were meant to weave around my torso. The bra might as well not exist. I could crunch it up in my palm and it would fit. Siren’s choices were far more modest compared to this.

His smirk is still etched on my skin when he yanks me forward and the ruined silk of my thong crumples in his fist. “Massimo…: my voice is cracking like a jagged break in glass but he doesn’t listen to me. As if he’s possessed by something.

Consumed with jealousy, she pushed the whole length all the way to the back of her throat. It was suffocating for a size like his, and she could feel him still growing, but she didn't back down. She had been praised by her exes for her good throat game. Well, that was the only thing they said was nice about her. She went full speed on Bruno. She wanted Beyoncé to ? "IT FEELS GOOD! BABY!" Bruno moaned loudly. "STOP! STOP!! YOU'LL MAKE ME CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!" Bruno cried, but he didn't stop fucking her face.

Elara Wang stood before the tall, silvery mirror in her cramped bedroom, staring at the stranger looking back at her. The sheer white gown clung to her voluptuous body like liquid silk, completely see-through under the dim light. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the thin fabric, dark pink nipples stiff and clearly visible, begging for attention. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her thick thighs, revealing the smooth, bare skin of her pussy except for the tiny black thong that was already damp with her nervousness and forbidden arousal.

Chapter 2: FLASHING MY STRICT PROFESSOR AND GETTING MY PUSSY SCISSOR-FUCKED ON HIS DESK The next morning, I stand in front of my mirror adjusting my school uniform over the sheer black lace set I bought yesterday. The crotchless thong rubs deliciously against my already swollen clit with every movement. No bra — just the barely-there lace top that lets my heavy tits bounce freely, my hard nipples clearly visible if the light hits right. I’m soaked before I even leave the house. My inner thighs are already slick with anticipation.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. "I'm home," I echoed, my tone dipping into a low, mocking drawl. I didn't pull my hand back. Instead, my fingers continued their slow, deliberate ascent, sliding higher up her thigh until they slipped underneath the hem of my white shirt. A dark wave of satisfaction rolled through me as my fingertips brushed against the unmistakable row of fine crystals. She was wearing the thong I had prepped for her. Her shoulders trembled slightly as I softly caressed the curve of her ass, my thumb catching on the delicate straps.

“Fuck, your throat is milking me so good. Gonna fill that pretty mouth up. You’re going to swallow every drop like a good little sister-in-law slut.” I moaned around his cock, eyes locked on his as he used me. His muscles tensed, his abs tightening, that powerful body driving into my face without mercy. The burning cigarette hung from his lips as he growled filthy praises and degradations that made my pussy throb. Finally, with a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt in my throat. His cock swelled even thicker, pulsing hard. Hot, thick ropes of cum exploded straight down my throat, filling my mouth as he kept thrusting through the orgasm. I choked and swallowed convulsively arou

I slip it on, tugging the thin straps over my shoulder. Oh. My. God. Is this even legal? The triangle top barely covers my nipples. One wrong move and I'm flashing Silas my entire soul. The material hugs my chest like a whisper, and the deep cut plunges low, teasing more skin that I've ever shown anyone. Don't even get me started on the bottoms. It's basically a thong. Scratch that. It is a thong. High-cut at the hips, minimal in the back, and scandalous snug in the front. My ass cheeks are completely exposed.

Our eyes met, I nodded, she smiled. I stood and stroked my cock as I watched the lady's hands move to the waistband and slowly slide the thong down her slightly spread legs. The gusset was stuck to her wet pussy. She paused and then gently pulled. The gusset, leaving a long strand of pussy lube, fell away. She bent down and picked up the drenched thong, paused, and tossed it across the hall, landing at my feet.