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Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.

Every time our eyes met across the table or the car, the memory of the strap-on and the way she had ordered me to squirt flooded back. Late that afternoon Chloe left with a group of old friends and said she wouldn’t be back until late. My phone buzzed five minutes later. An address, a door code and one sentence from Isabella: Come now. I drove with my hands tight on the wheel. The apartment was on the third floor of a quiet building. Isabella opened the door before I could knock. She pulled me inside, locked it, and had me against the wall in seconds. This time there was no need to be quiet. She fucked me on the couch first with her fingers and mouth until I came twice, squirting across the

Among the papers on the floor was a black leather notebook. I picked it up, with the intention of putting it back but a page fell open. I looked at it and immediately, my breath caught. It was a list. It had names, dates, instructions and photos. Photos of women… beautiful submissive women, tied with ropes, gagged, eyes filled with lust and fear. I wanted to drop it back immediately, but curiosity had the better side of me, so I told myself just one more page then I'll drop it back. And then I flipped over to the next page.

He knew he should turn around, go back downstairs, act like he heard nothing, but instead he crept closer and peered through the gap. Lisa was on the bed, silk robe open, legs spread. One hand squeezed her full tit, pinching the nipple, while the other worked between her thighs. Her eyes were closed, head tilted back, lips parted. She looked nothing like the put-together woman who made coffee every morning and asked about his classes. This version was raw, desperate, fucking herself with two fingers while her hips rolled in slow circles. “Fuck…” she whispered to herself. "Fuck..." Jake whispered to himself.

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

Just the sheer presence of his chest muscles had probably inspired sonnets and bad life choices in equal measure. He was also, let’s be honest, a large part of the reason I’d spent a good chunk of my earlier tenure at Velos Capital quietly convinced Lochlan was gay. The way Desi acted around him, all easy physicality and devoted loyalty, had painted a very specific picture in my head. Now, with the definitive knowledge that Lochlan’s tastes ran very much to the female persuasion, specifically my own, it threw the whole Desmond equation into a confusing new light. Was Desi not gay either? Or was he tragically, epically gay and utterly in love with his best friend, destined for a lifetime of u

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His hands firmly held on to either side of my thighs, his tongue moving up and down my core, making me drip even more. I hummed softly, arching my hips forward as he circled around my clit. He sucked my clit really hard, the feeling making my brain experiencing short–circuits. And then he moved back to gliding up and down my slits. The feel of that slick tongue pleasuring made me bite hard on my lips, trying to fight back my moan. If my husband found out I was getting pleasured by our chef instead of supervising him, I’d lose my life. That was one of the disadvantages of getting married to one of the wealthiest Mafia lords in the city.

Title: My Step Son’s Thick Cock Bred Me Deep Chapter 3: The last three days blurred together into nothing but sex. Jake fucked me every chance he got. In the shower where the water made everything slippery and loud. On the kitchen table while our breakfast got cold. Even in the garage bent over the hood of his car. Each time he filled me deeper and rougher than the last. My hole stayed sore and open now, constantly leaking his cum no matter how many times I tried to clean up.

Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.”