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abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

I have never seen a man look as sexy as my mafia does in his suit shirt, his dress shoes and a pair of precum stained briefs. I crawl over to him and mouth at his cock through the fabrics like I have been starved all day long. I press my face in to inhale his musk and sweat and he groans in pleasure, surprised at my depth of nastiness. He has no idea how I long to feel him with all of my sense organs. I stick my tongue out and draw circles in the spot of the dark stain, tasting precum and sweat off the fabric. It's dirty and sick of me but it's a need I must satisfy.

Same treatment—throat-fucking Isla while three fingers twist deep in Marlowe’s ruined, leaking holes, curling against her g-spot until she’s crying around my knuckles. They’re both utterly destroyed now: mascara-streaked, cum-glazed, hair matted, bodies shaking, holes gaping and dripping. I push them flat, side by side. Legs splayed wide. Cunts and asses presented like offerings. I kneel between them. Fist my cock—slow, deliberate, obscene strokes. “Beg. Like the ruined cum-dolls you are.” Their voices crash together—raw, reverent, desperate: “Please—come all over your filthy whores—”

“Ahhhhh… fuck… ahhhhh…” I imagined Victor watching me. I imagined him telling me to moan louder. I imagined him calling me his dirty little daughter in law while he watched me fuck myself for him. My moans grew louder and less controlled. “Ahhhhhh… Sir… please… ahhhhhh…” My fingers were soaked. Every time I pulled them out they glistened in the faint light from the window before I pushed them back in. I curled them upward and rubbed the spot that always made my thighs shake. My clit was swollen under my other hand. I was so wet that my fingers made soft filthy sounds with every movement.

Sweat beaded on our skin, mixing with dirt from the earth, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I came hard, my howl ripping through the night, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy tore through me, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. They didn't hold back-Kale spilling first into my ass with a roar, hot jets painting my insides, followed by Xavier flooding my pussy, their seed mixing and dripping down my trembling thighs in rivulets.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

“Shhh, baby. Don’t fight it. Let him hear.” He snapped his hips up hard, forcing a muffled scream against his palm. My nails scraped his shoulders, desperate to hold on, desperate to survive the sweet sensation crashing through me. “That’s it,” he whispered, thrust after thrust shaking the stall. “Be a good little slut and cum for me. Right now. Right in your husband’s church.” Another slam of his cock, deeper, harder, stealing the air from my lungs… my body convulsed, clenching so tight around him I thought I’d shatter. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I moaned loud and broken it shook the walls.

while he bred me senseless. “Shit—Just like that, right there…” I moaned louder than I should have, my free hand found its way to my aching cock jerking it while the other worked the vibrator deep inside me. The mix of his load and my own slickness was everywhere—dripping, smearing, making my thighs glisten. My hole clenched greedily around the buzzing toy, pushing out more of his cum with every thrust. It was so messy, so dirty, and it only made me hornier. "Ahhh...AHH..."

Chapter 3 Mia’s POV My heart was hammering so loud that I could literally hear it in my ears as I crawled onto the ritual mattress. The dark sheet was already damp in places, sticky with Lena’s juices and the men’s sweat. The whole room reeked of raw sex; thick and sweet musk that made my pussy clench before anyone even touched me. Lena’s stepdad cupped my jaw firmly but not cruelly, tilting my face up. His thick cock brushed my lips, hot and heavy, already slick from Lena’s juices.