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Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Lena watched with dark eyes, one hand slipping between her own thighs. “You look so good taking two cocks,” Lena said breathlessly. “Such a naughty bride.” Emma could only moan in response. Rico reached around and rubbed her clit while Jax sucked hard on her nipples. The pleasure slammed into her like a storm. She came again, harder than before, screaming as her body shook violently between the two men. Jax groaned beneath her. “I’m close.” “Fill her up,” Rico encouraged, pounding her ass faster.

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.

Tony always knew how to handle me well and I guess that's why we managed to date for so long. Typing the URL, it loaded immediately and I clicked on the first video I laid my eyes on. The sound of a woman moaning loudly echoed through the living room of my house as her fingers rubbed her pussy. Seeing her like that had me wet in an instant. I sat well in bed ready for a self service session. I deserved it. I was a sex kink and any sex video, be it a lesbian video, a gay video or even straight as long as there were Ds and Vs, always got me off.

I tried hanging out with strangers but I always felt uncomfortable around them. It even got worse when I kept thinking about a guy who grabbed my ass at the bar during my last year in university. I wanted that feeling again. I wanted my ass to be grabbed and my pussy to flood without control, so I joined a sex chat group and I got paired with a mysterious man who didn’t show me his picture. He said he preferred a face-to-face meeting, so I’m here to see him. ********* Present day, 6pm. I adjusted my short black gown as I crossed my legs on the chair, waiting for the mysterious man. He had already seen my picture but he couldn’t show me his.

“Tell me about the boy in blue. Finn, right? What did he do that was so unforgivable?” I stared into the flames. “He kissed me. We were supposed to be friends,” Triss whistled low. “Classic. They fail to maintain the boundaries.” I laughed. “You sound like you’ve been there.” “Twice,” she admitted. “The first husband thought silence was strength. The second one thought possession was love. Both wrong. I walked away from the second with nothing but bruises and a very expensive divorce lawyer. Best money I ever spent.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “Your turn. What’s the real story with Vincent? Because the way he looks at you… that’s not uncle-niece. Not entirely.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

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.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

“Only you—Daddies—please, I love you. I love both of you.” The words broke something in them. Their pace turned feral. Sweat-slicked skin slapped together. The room filled with the wet sounds of sex, filthy praises, and desperate declarations. “Love you too, baby girl,” Dante groaned, eyes locked on hers. “So fucking much it hurts.” Nico bit her shoulder, thrusting deeper. “You’re our forever. Our wife. Our queen. Come for us—now.” Ashley shattered with a broken scream, clenching around both cocks so hard her vision whited out. Nico and Dante followed right after, roaring her name as they flooded her—pussy and ass pulsing with thick, hot cum.

loud, shameless, the sound bouncing off the wooden walls. Immediately hands were on me. Warm. Soft. . The two women from earlier. One knelt in front of me, the other slid onto the bench beside me. I barely had time to react before the taller one spoke, her French accent low and calm against my ear. “Don’t worry… this is just the beginning.” Before I could answer, her mouth closed over my nipple. Hot and wet. Her tongue circled the tight peak, then sucked gently. I gasped. “Oh...”