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The man I'd had an embarrassing crush on since I was nineteen and home from college for Christmas break. The man who was twenty years older than me, off-limits in every possible way, and currently making me so wet I was worried it would soak through my skirt onto the leather chair. You're pathetic, Natalie. Sitting here getting wet over Dad's business partner like some desperate slut. But I was desperate. Had been for months. Ever since I'd joined the company after business school and started working closely with him. Ever since I'd realized that the teenage crush I'd had wasn't gone—it had just been waiting, growing, turning into something darker and more consuming.

“If it’s teamwork we were after, I think we crushed it.” Wesley just grinned and tossed me a robe from the foot of the bed. “You’re blushing. It’s cute.” I slipped into the robe and tied it lazily around my waist. As I moved to grab my water bottle from the floor, I spotted it something shiny near the edge of the rug. A condom wrapper. Torn open. No. Not torn. Pierced. I bent and picked it up. There was a hole. A clean one. Right through the foil.

She made him go ahead and take a shower in the master's bathroom. Noah was sitting on the edge of the bed when Ingrid came out of the bathroom, having just finished drying her hair with the blow-dryer. He was only wearing pajama bottoms, holding the hardcover copy of Cari Mora she had bought for him. He was already halfway through it. "I'm clean now," he said with a smile, closing and setting the book down on the bed. Ingrid noticed he wasn’t using a proper bookmark—it looked like he’d stuffed a yellow sticky note between the pages. "Remember, I took a full hour in the shower."

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They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

NIGHT’S OF CONFESSIONS BY THE WATERFALL PART TWO JessBlue We were sitting by the rock listening to the water cascading down to the river when Cristina decided to share her story with me. I am glad that Cristina felt comfortable enough to confide in me. She is a great person to spend time with and is a sweet and genuine person. I can see her as my friend, and I would love to share my story with her.

“Well, we can’t generalize but Nurse Judy vapes, rides a motorcycle and writes erotic romance novels on Wattypad.” Kate visualized Nurse Judy: she was wearing white scrubs and heels while straddling a motorcycle. She was vaping with one hand while throttling the motorcycle with the other. She had Katniss Everdeen’s long braid and one immaculate sleeve of her scrubs revealed a peek of a baybayin armband tattoo. “What’s Wattypad?” Kate asked. “Oh, you don’t know Wattypad? Ghorl, it’s gonna change your life.”

I heard the sound of a vehicle driving off. The tall skinny man rose lazily from the floor. He still had the gun swinging loosely in his hand like the cowboys do in films. He opened the door slightly and peeped outside and quickly shut and locked the door. He untied the rope tying me to the chair and I could feel my blood pumping through my veins . I stood up and suddenly fell back onto the chair since I was extremely weak, dehydrated and hungry .My eyes were gradually adapting to the weak lightning. I could see a bed against the far wall on my left . He picked me up and threw me onto the bed . He forcibly tore my clothing and despite my feeble struggles succeeded in forcibly raping me.After

The driver glanced at me curiously, but I curled into the seat, staring out the window. When I got home, my two roommates I shared the apartment with were still asleep. I crept in quietly, shedding my clothes in the bathroom and stepping under a scalding shower. The water stung my welts and scrapes, but I scrubbed anyway, trying to wash away the night's filth. My fingers stayed between my legs, probing the soreness, my pussy lips were puffy and tender, ass clenching at the memory of his invasion. I collapsed into bed without drying off, sleep claiming me instantly, haunted by dreams of his grunts and the slap of flesh.