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Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

Outside, the rain had started to soften, becoming a gentle pitter-patter against the window, a lullaby to the storm raging inside us. Michael pressed a kiss to my forehead, his hand tracing my damp hair. "So, tell me," he murmured, his voice rough with sleepiness. "Do you think watching p**n is still enough?" I laughed softly, the sound raspy from all the screaming. "Come on, keep shut," I said, my voice thick with exhaustion. "I'm sleepy." Divine traced his finger lazily across my naked body, a lingering touch that sent shivers down my spine. "We're not done with you yet," he whispered.

He took a condom from the side of the bed. He will really claim her body! She didn't know why she didn't get up and just kept watching his every move. Eventually, he poked the head of his manhood to her wetness and rubbed it several times. She closed her eyes again and bit her lip hard. He slowly inserted the head of his maleness into her hole. "Ahhggghhh! Sh*t! Ahhh!" His successive growl as he slowly buried his "thing". He slammed into her as he continued to press it inside.

The scent of him around the study seemed to wrap around me, intensifying the forbidden thrill. My world narrowed to the sensations, the rhythmic friction, the building pressure. I was lost in it, completely undone by the pleasure, forgetting everything but the insistent throb between my legs. My body arched, my nails scoring the leather of the chair as I fucked myself over and over again, calling out my step-father’s name without shame. Julian had wanted to know who was living under his roof. And now, he had the most intimate answer. I have become a whore for him.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

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I hissed under my breath, the holy name making me wince even as I kept jerking myself off. "Fuck, fuck..." The words escaped like prayers, only these were of a completely different kind—carnal, desperate. "God forgive me…” My cock throbbed in my hand, pre-cum leaking out as I imagined sinful things—things no priest should think about. Hard bodies pressed against me, mouths kissing instead of praying lips. I groaned loudly, pumping faster. "Wrong... So wrong..." I choked out between strokes. My hips lifted off the chair, pushing my length through my fist as if seeking relief.

Lucas flipped through the pages slowly, his expression unreadable as he scanned the increasingly explicit vows I’d written in the haze of last night. His lips curved at one particular line. “‘I vow to let you fuck me raw in public places… and thank you for the risk,’” he read aloud, voice low and rough. He looked up at me. “You’ve been busy.” Heat flooded my face. “You told me to add more.” He set the notebook aside and pulled me between his knees. His hands slid under the hem of my dress, palms gliding up my bare thighs until his thumbs brushed the sensitive skin where my legs met.