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I had never felt so confident as I did with Eros right now. After four mind shattering orgasm I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to feel him. Eros was still fully dressed, so I repeated his words. “I need to see you. Strip.” Eros laughed and he slowly took off his clothes, revealing his chiseled six pack and broad shoulders. He had a big scar on his stomach and I ran my fingers over it. He stood almost naked in front of me, only wearing his boxers. “You’re the first person to see it besides the doctors.” Eros said.

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

he rasped, speeding up his stroke, becoming more forceful. "Yes… oh God, Cassian, yes," I sobbed out, gripping his arms as tightly as I could, my fingernails leaving marks on his skin. I threw my head back, breathing heavily. I gave a loud moan, unable to hold myself anymore. I felt Cassian's thick cock sliding in and out, each stroke hitting me in the right spot. Then he slid his finger between us, finding my clitoris, rubbing it gently with a powerful stroke. The tension was building within me until finally I exploded, my juices flooding over Cassian's dick as I screamed his name. Cassian let out a loud growl, pushing all the way inside me one more time before groaning out my name, letting

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.

I turn around to usher the doctor into the house and get this shit over with and when I see who it is, my blood runs cold. He chooses that moment to speak, inclining his head, but he's addressing Cerise's parents. “Contrary to popular opinion, erectile dysfunction is not a sign of future infertility, it's a situation that can be salvaged. I'm Mr Anderson's case, the problem stems from lack of arousal, so maybe his partner needs to do better, or maybe he just isn't attracted to her” His eyes linger on Cerise for a moment waiting for his words to sink in. She looks visibly uncomfortable. Liam has successfully shut her and her parents up. I'm impressed.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

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Way too f**king long. Eric pushed his curtain back, revealing his long cock. She watched him stroke himself for several minutes, his fingers wrapped around his flesh, drawing up and down its length with gentle, fast strokes. She strained her ears to hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and the excited hitch in his breath. She had the sudden urge to want to come with him. She opened her legs again and stroked her clit with the same rhythm he used. She decided watching the look on his face was almost as sexy as watching his hand slide over his cock, almost as sexy as thinking about it between her lips. She sucked on the fingers of her free hand, wanting him in her mouth, wondering what his cum wo

But I reeled it right back in with the next question I popped off, "And how long have been writing stories about... incest?" He closed his eyes, and I watched his neck bulge as he swallowed several more times. When he finally answered, he spoke quietly, "Six years." Oh. So he started writing incest p**n from the get go. I absently wondered if his first erotica story had been on that subject. I'd be lying if I said this conversation wasn't erotic as hell to me. Feeling inspired, I asked, "What made you start?"

It seemed to take forever, but finally the man mounted the precipice toward a furious climax. "UHHHH!!!! Tercanian slut, get ready to take my load deep in your womb. AHHH!" Latya's moans and panting spiked in tempo. Vercingador's forceful fucks became even more frantic before a plaintive groan tore through his lips. She squealed the moment the brawny gladiator seized up, his body stiffening as he shot wave after wave of jism, his thick ropes of cum blasting through her pussy with their life-giving sperm. Though neither the girl nor her rapist could know it at the time, Vercingador's virility had succeeded in impregnating his victim.