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It was obvious that all he did to her was on purpose. He was attacking her humiliating her non-stopped. And now, he was already harassing her. Hanna didn’t like the Eric in front of her. She wanted to escape from him but it was too impossible for her to do it. As her plan to blackmail using a video, she was sure it would not work on Eric. Eric was a famous bachelor and if ever she would complain to the authorities, she didn’t think the officers would believe her over Eric. Eric was a dignified businessman.

Sara asked in a shallow voice, still with her head lowered, seeming like she had given up. “Regrets? I have no regrets about using you like the slut you are. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Your heavenly betrothed, Blake? He’s here in another cell, also under our thumb. Oh, how the mighty has fallen. After we have our way with you, I’ll parade you in front of him, hell I might go as far as making our first time in front of him before he dies. Watching his desperate expression as I fuck you.” Eric said, placing his hand on Sara’s chin to have her look up to him. Eric’s determination to make Blake a Cuckold was firm in his mind.

She gave me a look of compliance. I scoffed. "What are you trying to do?" "Do you want me to tell him everything?" She smirks as she steals a quick glance at Derek. "Tell me what?" Derek asks while his hands rest on his waist. This old hag! Going so far as to blackmail me in front of Derek! It hasn't even been long since we had our argument, and here she was trying to rile me up again. "Nothing!" I shouted and glared at the witch afterward, "Fine. I'll tell you. I ate four grown men as a common predator should. What's the big deal?!"

The man stopped masturbating, and with a mischievous smile, he told her. "If you want something from me. Take it, don't hold back, but in return I won't hold back too. Saying this last, the man's eyes had turned black as night. Erika smiled at him, and approached him, until she was able to take his face, and attract him to her, at that moment she devoured the man's lips, who did not stop her, in fact, he held her hips, while he imprisoned her against his body, rubbing his member between her belly, and the entrance of the vagina.

“Please.” I started slow, savoring every inch as I pulled out and slid back in. But slow didn’t last. The risk, the guilt, the obsession—it all fueled me. I fucked him harder, gripping his hips, the bed creaking under us. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. “Harder, Professor. Claim me in your wife’s house,” he taunted breathlessly. I slapped his ass sharply. “Don’t talk about her.” But the words sent a forbidden thrill through me. I pounded into him, changing angles until I hit his prostate dead-on. Kai keened, pushing back desperately.

My skirt was shoved up, panties dragged down and left stretched around my knees, and he slammed back into me in one hard thrust that forced a broken moan out of my throat before I could stop it. “That’s what almost getting caught does to you,” he growled against my ear, fucking me with short, brutal strokes that made the couch rock. “You’re dripping down my cock even worse than before. Your mother was ten seconds away from watching me ruin her daughter and it made this cunt greedy for it.” “Please—” I didn’t even know what I was asking for. The near-discovery had left me shaking and so sensitive that every thrust felt magnified. “Please what? Please keep fucking you like the dirty little sec

You think I’m going to pin you down and fuck you senseless, don’t you? You’re imagining me buckling into a harness, strapping on something thick and unforgiving, and playing the part of the ruthless domme you’ve been craving. You want me to let you scream, thrash, and lose yourself in those twisted fantasies that make your pulse race and your thighs slick. I can see it in the way your chest heaves, your wrists tugging against the silk ropes that bind you to your own bed, spread wide and vulnerable. The air’s thick with your anticipation, your scent, your need. Those little hints you’ve been dropping—the way you arch your back, the stories you’ve let slip about the things you’ve done—you’re n

I did, my hips lifting and slamming down, and my breasts bouncing heavy as my ass slapped his thighs loud. Elena reached out from the chair, pinched my nipple hard, and I cried out, riding faster. Her other hand slapped my thigh, a sharp sting. "Faster, you dirty slut. Grind that pussy on him." I bounced harder, my pussy clenching around him, and Damian’s hands gripped my hips, thrusting up to meet me. I came hard, shaking and moaning loud as my wetness ran down his cock. Elena stood again, her hand slick when she pulled it out.

“That is hot. Every time you look at it you will remember how I sounded. And those marks…. Honestly Aiden I want to do more, I actually can do worse. Cover you with my own mess so you cannot hide it.” I zipped my bag, face burning. “For the nth time let me spell it out to you. We are nothing Eric. Just student and teacher. You do not get to be jealous. Nothing can ever happen between us for real. You cannot mark me, or worse fuck me, stop getting delusional, This blackmail is bad enough without your dirty talk.” “And for the nth time something already happened,” he said, stepping closer while I backed to the door. “Your hand was all over me. You kept stroking even when you yelled. Admit it f

Tweaking my nipple just so, he began thrusting into me, with exquisite care, so I could rub my bald lips against his wiry bush. “Tell me what a dirty girl you are,” he hissed. Panting and sweating, I babbled out the truth of my darkest desires. “I love sex. I love cocks ramming up inside me. I love getting tied up and spanked on my pussy. I love shaving myself so I can be perfectly bare all over just for you.”