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Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

She knew that the camera hadn’t finished its work. Nor had Didier. As she was told to lie back again and open her legs she realised why men like Didier did what they did. They were a breed apart. They had a power to rival that of the opposite sex. As she lay back on the pillows she could think only of his erection — his continuing erection. His ejaculation of mere seconds ago had not diminished it. There it stood in front of her, still pulsating, still throbbing — ready to penetrate her other orifice. She couldn’t wait.

Ten minutes in, the vibrations increased. I gripped the edge of my desk, biting down hard on my lower lip. The plug pulsed in deep, rhythmic waves, pressing perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me. Pleasure rolled through my body in heavy waves. My thighs clenched together as I fought to keep my breathing steady. “Miss Parker,” he called suddenly, his voice perfectly calm. “Can you elaborate on how repression often intensifies desire?” I stood on shaky legs, my voice breathy. “Repression… creates a pressure that makes the eventual release feel… overwhelming. The longer one denies themselves, the more powerful the surrender becomes.”

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. . "Cassie's POV" . I slumped lower in my seat during Professor Roll’s lecture, doodling absentmindedly in the margin of my notebook while trying not to think about the email I’d received that morning.

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He imposes himself on me, thrusts in without warning, tearing a strangled cry from me. I bite my hand to keep from screaming. The sun illuminates the scene with harsh light, making our act even more obscene. Julien — Say it... Tell me what you are... I am almost crying, breathless. But the words escape me despite myself. Élise — I am yours... Yours alone... He lets out a groan, thrusts even harder. Each stroke crushes me, tears me, reduces me to the state of an object. But I take pleasure in this loss, in this free fall into the abyss.

I stroked my cock harder, the sight of his shaft stretching her pink folds making me leak pre-cum all over my hand. "That's it, baby," I whispered filthy praises, my voice hoarse with need. "Take that big black cock—let him fill you up while I watch. Scream for me, Jess. Beg him to breed your married cunt." Jessica's eyes locked on mine, that exhibitionist fire burning bright as she rode him harder, flipping on top to grind her clit against his base. Her cunt gripped his shaft like a vice, juices squirting out with every bounce, soaking his balls.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

My hands gripped F's muscular ass, pulling him deeper into my throat, while my heels dug into E's waist, urging him on. Finally, I wanted to be in control, to watch them both come apart. I pushed E onto his back and straddled him, sinking down onto his cock with a sigh. Then I leaned back, my hands braced on his thighs, and looked at F "Stand here," I panted, pointing beside the bed. He obeyed, his body gleaming. I leaned forward, taking his cock in my mouth as I began to ride E in a fierce, bouncing rhythm. This was the pinnacle-controlling E's penetration with the rise and fall of my hips while I controlled F's pleasure with my mouth and hands. I felt powerful, divine, a goddess of decaden