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Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Cathy almost interrupted when we got to that part, but Spencer had to cover her mouth with his hand. That had resulted in her biting his finger, which created disruption because they started acting lovey dovey, but Blake was quick to reprimand them, letting me continue my story. When I was finally done, Cathy was the first to start talking. "You had sex with the mafia man? You're not a virgin anymore? How was it? How big is he? Oh my fucking God. I've seen a picture of him once and damn, it got me wet. Can you link me up with one of the men in the mafia? Sorry, babe." She directed at Spencer who was watching her in amusement.

STEPHANIE I couldn't wait anymore. My body was burning recklessly with an intensity that should be forbidden. I needed to feel his touch. I needed him to take whatever he'd fucking fantasized about. "You're so wet for me, Steph," he whispered, his voice a dark rasp. “Look at you dripping all over your sheets like a little slut.” “Please, Stefan…please.” I whispered in a moan as I tried to squeeze my thighs together just to soothe the ache that was getting more intense with every passing second.

“Babe, my A-game is the only game I have.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Don’t call me babe yet.” “Too soon?” “Way too soon.” They exchanged numbers. Finn saved hers as “Fake Girlfriend Boss.” Ava saved his as “Disaster Waiting to Happen.” She walked back to the party feeling lighter than she had in months. He watched her go, still grinning. The next morning, Ava met Finn at a coffee shop to “rehearse.” He arrived with a 3-page G****e Doc titled **Operation Fake Love: Backstory & Script**.

My name is Sophia, and I’ve always been the quiet, observant wife. Married to David for eight years, I knew his best friend Alex like family. Alex was 42, tall, muscular from years of gym discipline, with a cocky smile and dark eyes that always lingered a second too long on my body during barbecues and vacations. I’d fantasized about him for years , imagining his thick cock stretching my neglected pussy while my husband was away on business. His wife Elena was a gorgeous 38-year-old with a tight body and fake innocence, but I suspected something was off in their marriage.

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CONTENT WARNING: Hotwife pimping fantasy unfolds – group use with anal focus, creampie overload, and husband cleanup humiliation; denial buildup, public-ish exposure, and submission kink. CHAPTER ONE "Who does this belong to? Who owns this, little girl?" He rubs her pussy in his hand. She's soaking wet, dripping. Her breathing is deep, a slight sigh with each breath. She moans softly with her eyes closed. She opens them and sees him inches from her pretty face.

'' Damian demanded closing the gap between him and I as he gently stroke my feverishly blushing cheeks. ''Get your filthy hands off me!...'' Damian seemed unfazed. ''Who are you to ask me these questions. You have no right. We are not in any relationship so whats your problem here. I am free to do whatever I want with whomever I want. Its not like we are dating anyways.....'' I fumed. '' I wish we were, sometimes I just wish we were Sky'' he said in a steel hard voice. There was a wavering expression in his eyes.

“That’s unfair.” “We’re siblings. We can’t do whatever it is you want us to do.” The look in his eyes as he said those words made it super hard for me to tell if it was a joke or not. “You should have thought of that before you put your fingers in my pussy last night, Daniel. You should have considered that before using a dildo on me just a few minutes ago. Not now.” His eyes raked my body again and this time, the glint of desire in them was unmistakable. At that, I became fully confident that I would get what I wanted from him. A mind-blowing orgasm. Just like the one I received from his fingers the previous night.

Dane: Don’t make me wait, babe. Am I really going to do this? The use of that pet name should make me cringe but it doesn’t. It has the opposite effect. My pussy is drenched and I want him. This fantasy that he’s painted for me is everything I’ve ever wanted. I close my eyes as I envision him. The large alpha that wants to control me, take me, use me, and stares down his nose at me. The slick between my legs tells me that I want it all. I want him to dominate me and use my body until he’s sated. I want to please him, I want to do anything and everything without consequences. I don’t want to think about what’s waiting at home for me and I don’t want to think about the shitty ex that’s having