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Drake “It's master, call me master bitch, relax you are going to enjoy my cock in your anus. His moans and my scream can be heard in the room, I feel so disgusting “Hey stop screaming, you are disturbing me and deviating me away from my pleasure, be good, or I will summon all my men to join in the fun, fucking your ass as well” he threatens me. I instantly stop screaming or yelling, I never protest again. “That's good baby girl, he whispered as he started fucking my anus at a fast pace.

I pointed every detail not breaking eye contact with her unless I would glance at my note. “You’re right, the investigators were kind of reckless. About the naked thingy, Bruce was mentally ill and drunk who knows what was going on inside his mind. He drank a bottle of one of the strongest and most potent liquor in the world, the Devil Springs Vodka, with an alcohol content of eighty percent. If I were to drink that I might end up stripping in public and have my nudie parade around the entire school or more likely I would pass out,” she reasoned out.

He traced me again and I groaned out. Anal sex had never been on my radar but I knew when it came time to it, I would let Drake do whatever he wanted with my body, just so long as he never stopped touching me. When his fingers went further south, he began sliding a single finger through my wet lips, entering me very slowly and then retreating. I whimpered out, gripping his shoulders for dear life. For being a huge extravagant yacht, thus bathroom left us little room.

Unfortunately for me, she drank the pill that temporarily numbed our bond for our auction, meaning the sparks were gone. Analisa struggled to breathe since my tip blocked her airway and she was terrible at breathing through her nose. Her nails dug into my thighs, giving me the pleasurable pain that could get me off. Fūck, I loved choking her with my cōck. “Right there. Right fūcking there,” I growled as her drool pooled in the curve between my balls and length. Her eyes shifted upwards to glare at me as tears ran down her cheeks. I finally jerked her head back, pulling her completely off my cōck and allowing her to gasp for air.

what's wrong with me? I was invited to a party... it'll be a perfect distraction from her. I entered into a frat... everyone was drunk there... some were passed out on the ground and some were grinding their body to hot chicks. I drank... I drank two bottles of vodka... but it didn't work... "Hey...Daniel...you are drunk again... I don't want to carry you again to your home " Kyle frowned. "No need to..." I snapped him and poured another glass. "But I will drop you..." Alex smirked.

"Hey! You said you will only look!" "I did", Drake agreed immediately, and his hands grabbed her hips, pulling her lower into her original position. "I looked, and I determined that I can make my pussy better." "How is that going to make anything better?", Talia asked breathily. And that was HER pussy, damn it! Talia cursed internally when she remembered some racy scenes from the previous night. And Drake was now between her legs, his hair was ruffled, and he looked very sexy. "Did you forget that my saliva has analeptic properties?" Drake asked and his nostrils flared when he inhaled the scent of her arousal. His lips lifted into a devious smirk. "You will love this medical treatment."

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth

Trigger Warning: Rough sex. Pain. Blood. Torture. Quit if you don’t want to read it. ************ Daniel was sitting by the bed head, with a glass of fine Scotch. Jack was riding him roughly. His back was hurting; his butt cheeks were stinging with the spanks. He was almost in his subspace considering how much alcohol Daniel had forced into his system with kisses. His mind was in a daze, passing orders to the body on its own.

"Don't you think I'd know whether Ms. Sanders has siblings? Where the hell would a nephew come from? You'll say anything to climb the social ladder, won't you?" He gestured to his men. "Bring me some liquor." One of his guys immediately handed him a bottle of vodka. Rex twisted off the cap, grabbed my jaw, and started pouring it down my throat. The burning alcohol seared my throat as I choked, my face turning bright red while the liquid spilled down my chin onto my neck and clothes. Rex's expression turned vicious. "Drink it! Finish the whole damn bottle! If you dare spit any of it out when Ms. Sanders gets here, I'll throw you into the underground arena and let all the guys there have a tas

Freya’s P.O.V I lay on my stomach next to my best friend. She was lying beside me on my bed while we surfed with my laptop. We were watching short free videos of girls giving blow jobs and letting the guy cum all over their faces and even in their mouths. “Eeeww, gud, that looks so gross! How can they do that!” blurted Brenda. “I don't know, most of them look like they like it. Do you think they are drunk or fucking high or something?