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God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

She came again, gripping his hair. He stood, freed his massive cock, and lifted her onto a low table. “Tell me to stop.” “Don’t stop,” she whispered. He thrust in deep, stretching her perfectly. Elena cried out as he fucked her hard and fast against the books. The wet sounds of their joining filled the library. He sucked on her breasts through the uniform, leaving wet marks. When he came, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her pussy. After that night, their secret affair consumed them.

My moans echoed off the stone, raw and unfiltered, and bouncing back to me as if the crypt itself were moaning with me. He watched through the lens, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with lust and something colder—calculation. “Tell me your worst secret, Elara,” he said, voice low and coaxing. “The one you’ll never print.” I gasped, hips rocking into my own hand, thighs trembling. “I… I came to expose you,” I confessed, the words spilling like wine. “The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—”

In this way, a cup of tea was equivalent to one pill, then she was all his to enjoy! He could have sex with her first, then take erotic photos and videos as the evidence to blackmail her in the future! If she ever thought about calling the police or telling anyone about it, he could simply blackmail her by threatening her that he would publish those photos and videos on the internet that would tarnish her reputation for life! He bet that Claire wouldn’t dare to call the police or tell anyone anymore. By then, he would be the mastermind in this game! He could have sex with her at any time, and if she disagreed with his request, he would simply threaten her with the videos and photos!

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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

“Every night you’ll stay late. Every hole will belong to me and if you’re very good, I might even let you keep your job… and your secrets.” I looked up at him, still leaking his cum, my body trembling with aftershocks, and whispered the only truth left in me. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours.” The blackmail had become something far more dangerous. I was completely, willingly and wickedly ruined.

"Let me feel that pussy." Our mouths find each other again, kissing messy with tongue tangling, we moaned into each other's mouth, our eyes half closed. Then he froze. "Shit...I don't have a condom." "It's okay, I'm on pill." He slammed up into me, hard and fast. "Oh fuck, Grey! Yes!" He didn't slow down. His cock was hitting my spot over and over. I grabbed my hair, pulling it into a quick ponytail, sweat dripping down my chest.