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I asked, suddenly afraid. He tipped back his head and roared with laughter. Then he brought his eyes back down to look at me. “That’s four questions!” he complained. “I am NOT answering any more questions if you win the next hand!” “Just answer it!” “NO, I’m not gay! Why would you ask that? Do I seem gay to you?” “No… but technically you said you hadn’t slept with any other women the last six months… but you could have slept with guys and still be telling the truth…”

Aiden took a few photos, then came over, bringing them up on the screen. “I like the third one,” I said. “I look constipated in the last one.” Conor snorted. “Okay, we’ll use the third one.” He passed me Milka, then plugged the camera into the laptop and copied the picture into another folder. Then he brought up the browser, went to F******k, and headed to the Dirty J. fan page. Whoa. So, he wasn’t joking about the questions. They had hundreds of notifications and messages, and it looked like they were all asking about Milka.

"You had no problem... down there. The exam was clean. You’re healthy, Daisy. Completely." "Right," I said, nodding even though he probably couldn’t see it well in the shadows. My cheeks burned. "But I have a problem." He shifted his weight. I could just make out the way his shoulders tensed. "What kind of problem?" I bit my lip, looking up at him through my lashes. "My... my pussy gets so wet when I think about, uh... someone. Why does that happen?" Liam didn’t answer right away. He ran a hand through his hair, the motion catching the moonlight for a second and showing me the sharp line of his jaw.

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

Especially here. I didn’t expect anyone. Confessions weren’t 24/7 anymore. But then the small latticed screen slid open with a whisper. A woman’s voice floated through the darkness..soft, melodic, warm as candlelight. “You’ve come to be cleansed of your transgressions?” My breath caught. “Yes,” I managed, voice thick. “And what are your sins? What burden do you need to be drained of?” I swallowed hard. “I… I have unclean thoughts. Lust. Constantly. I can’t focus in class, can’t talk to girls without imagining them naked. It’s overwhelming. I feel like an animal.”

Marked. The thing that breaks me isn’t the humiliation. It’s that I’m wet. Wetter than from the vibrator. Wetter than from his cock. My pussy clenches around nothing. My clit throbs. My body answered a question about myself I never wanted to ask. Wetter than from the vibrator. Wetter than from his cock. Wetter than from everything combined. My pussy clenches around nothing. My clit throbs. My body answered a question I never wanted to ask. The answer is yes.

Lia’s legs were still trembling as she slipped out of the restroom and hurried back to her last class. Ethan’s cum continued to leak down her inner thighs, soaking her ruined panties. Every step made her hyper-aware of the soreness between her legs and the filthy secret she now carried. She kept her head down, glasses slightly askew, cheeks burning. No one could possibly know… right? But she knew. And she couldn’t stop replaying it. Her pussy clenched at the memory, sending another trickle of his seed down her skin.

I asked, I knew my tone berated with annoyance, which was against my earlier plan, and I inhale in gently, almost unnoticed by the other occupant, "There is no list and you are not a conquest."/Damien said, "Oh! So if I am not a conquest, what am I?" I asked, "Your question turn has passed, it's my turn to ask now," He said, Right! I nodded, "What are your kinks?" "Huh?" "What are your kinks, what are your trigger points? Those are the kind of questions you ask in truth or date, why the fuck are you asking me questions as if I am in kindergarten?" He derided,

“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

“Clean them.” I sucked greedily, tasting myself, eyes locked on his. My chest heaved, tits still heaving under the net. He stepped back, wiping his hand on his trousers, that dark smirk back on his face. “That was for the three correct answers. Now I’m giving you ten more questions. Get every single one right… and maybe you’ll get this dick.” He dropped the fresh worksheet in front of me, eyes burning. I stared at the paper, pussy still throbbing, ass still burning, heart slamming against my ribs. Ten questions. If I got them all right he’d finally fuck me. My hands shook as I picked up the pen.