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She groaned loudly, "I need you to look at the consequences-" "I need you to understand that it just feels right," my shoulders came up in a shrug. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself if I don't do this. He's basically my life. I wish it wasn't this way. Now how does this dream thing work?" "If you get caught, you may not come back. Damian, if you die, I'll never forgive you." Silly, I'd be dead and I wouldn't even know. "I'll visit you wherever you end up and scream in your face," she pouted and I know you won't remember me but I'll remember you." She sounded close to tears again.

"After that, you can enter Marvin's life. Play the role of a wingless angel who comes to his rescue. Offer him help for his company or whatever you can do. Make him have no choice but to marry you. Isn’t that what you want?" A satisfied smile spread across Fanny’s lips as she heard Damian's plan. "Turns out you're quite clever, Darling," Fanny said, wrapping her arms around Damian. She planted a kiss on Damian's cheek. "I love you." "Ugh!" Damian smirked. "You only love my body!" "Yes... that's what I meant," Fanny replied, laughing. "More precisely, I love your body and your brilliant mind."

he said. Julia was getting wet, and there was no point in denying it. She walked into dreams to find dangerous places for sex in relative safety, and now she had dived right into the most dangerous situation she had ever been in. There was a real chance he would kill her when he was finished with her, and when you died in your dreams... The situation was making her hot. The barrel of the shotgun rubbed slickly against her clit and she had to stifle a moan. "You could always do that later," she cooed.

In his mind, there was no longer a skinny girl but a chubby girl with a big ass on her knees in front of him. “Fuck.” he wanted that so bad. He wanted Anais so bad. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast. The more Damian imagined it, the harder his breathing became. He suddenly imagined Anais sitting on the bed, holding both her legs up with an aggrieved frown on her face and tears in her eyes. “Fuck!” he yelled out. He quickly slipped out of Fiona and stroked his cock as strings of warm cum flew into her back. This wasn't enough.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

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I can say that once upon I dreamt of an alpha because I falls in love with Alpha Duncan in my dream but I ended up marrying Duncan from reality. END

There'll be hot guys and fun games” she asked one last time as she held the door handle. “I'm sure babes. I'll pass this time” I said sweetly and we bade each other goodbye. I rushed to the door and locked it then quickly took off my clothes and lay on my bed. Yes I could be picky and slightly judgemental but I never pretended to be innocent myself. I loved sex and bad stuff buttttt… with the right person. I couldn't tell Sheila that I've been fantasizing and daydreaming about Shawn. I couldn't get his face and dick out of my mind. I masturbated thinking about him. My little secret.

I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- I wake up. The room is dark. Damon is asleep next to me. His hand is on my stomach. His face is soft. I watch him breathe. I think about the trip. The diner. The motel. The rain. The lake. The water. The cold. The stars. I think about the road. The way it went on and on and on. The way we did not know where we were going. The way we went anyway.

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