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"You’re going to take every inch of us tonight, Gabriella. We’re going to fill every hole until there’s nothing left of the woman Derek thinks he knows. You're just a shared toy for his brothers now, a desperate little bitch begging to be ruined." When his first finger breached that virgin pressure, I let out a choked, jagged gasp. It was a searing, white-hot burn, a slow-motion intrusion that made my internal muscles scream in protest. He didn't give me a second to adjust; he added another finger, then a third, scissoring them until the burn turned into a deep, forbidden ache that made my toes clench. The sensory overload was absolutely amazing. Brent’s thick cock was a gagging, dominant pr

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

"And during confession, we could fuck her in the confessional booth while she whispers our sins…” Father Damon's tongue circled my clit slowly, making me whimper. "Or we could bend her over the altar and pound into her tight little pussy while saying prayers..." He sucked my clit into his mouth, making my back arch off the desk. "Fuck, she's so sensitive…” My body shook, fingers gripping the edge of the desk. “Fuck…please…just…” Something warm and slick was suddenly being rubbed into my pussy and my eyes flew open to see Father Damon holding holy oil, slathering it over my pussy.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

She was still scared even though she trusted him. Bernard grabbed his dick and began to rub his pink cap over her pussy while looking at her. She could feel herself getting aroused immediately. The sensation was so thrilling that the desire to have his dick inside of her began to get out of control. She was involuntarily rocking her hip against his dick as he continued to rub his dick harder. Bernard could feel her wetness. His aim was to make her wet so it will enable an easy penetration.

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