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Lean in close, let the tension coil, and prepare to be thoroughly, unapologetically undone. Are you ready to give in to your most illicit desires? *********** Story Titles 365 Nights of Sin Professor beg for cock Double Life, Double Penetration Used by the Boss Stuffed & Stretched: An Asshole Made for His Pleasure Drowning in Raw Desire: A Gangbang at the Penthouse The Gauntlet: One Woman, Five Cocks, No Mercy Total Objectification: The Pussy That Never Says No Gagged & Taken: The Reality of Her Dirty Fantasies Deep Throat Devotion

I don’t even have the bravery to check them one by one, so I just stare at them with the same expression I’ve had for the past few minutes. “Look at my big bros. They’re more than thirty years old, so how are they expected to ignore temptation for so long?” She plops down on the bed. “Of course, we do things. Discreetly. To quench the thirst. Even though I’m stuck here this summer, I still need to get laid.” Now I’m curious. Turns out this bunch isn't who I thought they would be. “How?” Dedan instantly smiles, leaning forward to me, her voice falling into a whisper. “You see, there’s this masquerade sex club that only operates on Fridays. That’s where I buy my orgasm while also reserving my

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

Ara sat at her desk just before bedtime, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. Writing had completely changed for her. No longer was it just a job or a creative outlet. Every word she typed now was a way to process the terrifying truth. Damon Marshall owned her. Every orgasm, every rough thrust, every filthy word he whispered had rewired her completely. She wrote to make sense of how addicted she had become to the man who had bought her for one month. She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired.

I poke his chest with my fingers but he held my hands and squeezed it softly. "I'm sorry, I failed both you and Claire but I'm ready to make amends. Let's get married again" I chuckled. " Are you crazy? You want me to be part of a polygamic marriage? This is the US not Africa, polygamy is forbidden" "I know that Ellie, I wanna divorce Hazel" "What?" "I'm serious Ellie, let me rewrite my wrongs" "Adrian there can never be us, it was over a long time ago and you know it. As for rewriting your wrongs, you lost that chance when you let Logan and his son rape my daughter. Just set up the family dinner Adrian but I can never be your wife again"

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's

Then, he gave me a facial to make it more degrading, massaging it all over my face and tits. I whimper at his question, hating how much my body seems to be loving it. He grips harder onto my hair, tilting my head back so that I would have no choice but to take more of his length down my tiny throat. I shift uncomfortably on the floor as my hands go to dig into his thigh. I could feel the wetness that was collecting between my legs and dripping down onto my thong. In fact, I couldn’t believe my body’s reaction to this degrading treatment.

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.