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“Unngh…! Ah… ah…! It feels… it feels too good…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! I can’t… I can’t… ahh…!” Damien leaned over him, biting his shoulder as he fucked him even harder. “That’s it. Let me hear you. Moan for your stepbrother like the needy little slut you are.” Elias couldn’t stop. Every thrust dragged another loud, desperate sound from his throat. “Ahh…! Mmmh…! Fuck…! Damien…! Harder… please… unngh…!” His voice was wrecked, his moans getting louder and more incoherent the closer he got. He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him.

Lila My head's a stupid mess. And not even my favourite novel, Bared to you opened right in front of me helps me out. I'm fucked. Totally. Completely. I squeeze my thighs tighter as I feel the build up of pressure growing worse. It's driving me insane. Just from the thought of one man. Professor Karl. As I read Eva and Gideon's fucking scene, he is all I can think of. Fucking me silly till I can't stand. I let out a moan from the dirty thoughts, slapping my mouth shut almost immediately. A calming breath falls off my lips when I realise I'm the only one in this section. And probably alone in the entire library. It's almost midnight and only a nerd like me stays in the library to live her dir

I act so well, moan so good while having sex with my ex, Daniel. He did his best, I couldn’t break his confidence. I deserved an Oscar, I know that. He brags about how good he makes me feel. We dated for 1 year and 3 months, I couldn’t keep up with being with him since I couldn’t get satisfied by him. I didn’t like the idea of cheating on him, so I try to enjoy everything he does. The foreplay, the moments, the looks. They all go so well until he is in and starts doing what he does worst. Then he goes on saying “Call me daddy, you little slut” for someone I’m acting up for.

Turned into nothing but a set of three sloppy fuckholes for superior cocks and cunts. That’s why I signed up for the private studio. The website was hidden deep on the dark web, invitation-only for the most depraved. “Ultimate Flesh Factory – No Limits, No Safewords, Pure Corruption.” They filmed the filthiest scenes imaginable for an exclusive audience of billionaires who jerked off to real taboo destruction. I filled out the form with shaking fingers, listing every disgusting fantasy I had: incest roleplay, breeding, bukkake, choking, slapping, piss play, anal gaping, fisting, cum inflation. I ticked every box. When they replied confirming my slot for a six-person gangbang, I nearly came o

He furthermore went on to say without any form of shame at all. "And then, we shall be wed." He told her, then planted a youthful kiss on her thin lips, sealing their evil deed. *Thunder* "I think it shall rain, let's retire back into the mansion." He offered, taking her by the glove, leading her towards the brightly lit house. I stood in place unable to move or digest the shock I had just received. The memories flashed before my mind, painful flashes compromising of my father and mother forcing me into this alliance. The images of all my medical books burnt to ashes along with my dreams all skimmed across my eyes.

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

One time, I even did it while thinking about him. My cheeks are burning with shame, but the arousal throbbing in my belly overpowers every thought. I remember the girl from the deepfake; the version of me Daniel created, and I try to embody her. I slide off my underwear and spread my legs wide, my eyes locked on his as I start to touch my pussy. Slowly. "Fuck," Daniel mutters. He starts to stroke himself, his eyes dark. "Go harder. I want to see your toes curl." I rub my pussy harder, the shame and pleasure blurring into one.

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I'm going to. - Oh no! No, Rose. You're not seriously buying it? These rich people are pigs, not saints... - What's that supposed to mean? What do you mean by that? - That they will fuck you in groups or alone... In pairs or in fours... They will pay you for it. The dirtier the offer, the more you will get paid... - What? This is not what I wanted... Rose felt her tears fall. Just thinking about it made her feel sick. Maybe she needed the money, but she would never do that... It was the horror...