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Thrusting his finger in and out of her wet pussy. He stopped and brought out his finger, putting it in her mouth. The he kissed her pussy and sucked her clit hard, flickering his tongue inside like a cat drinking water. She screamed, her heart pulsating while he was licking every bit of wetness on her pussy. He sent two fingers inside her, and he curled them hard alongside his tongue. She gasped, cumming on his face and fingers, pouring like a loosened tap.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

God… my father’s brother was making me come. My back bowed as my entire body shuddered with an orgasm that had me seeing God, when I knew it was the devil I would be greeting after this. I could feel how wet I was, juices squirting out of me and making a humiliating mess on my inner thighs and sliding down my legs. When the climax ended, I sagged against the granite, unable to catch my breath and gather my self-control. “Look at me,” Damien demanded. I forced myself to look over my shoulder and watched Damien lift his pussy-slickened fingers up, showing me how wet I made them. He sucked them clean, dragging his tongue over the length of those digits, his gaze focused on mine the entire time.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them. “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 swollen clit. 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 obeyed, releasing my bitten lip as I circled my clit faster. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me despite my best efforts. The wet sounds of my fingers filled the room, making everything feel even more degrading.

“I said, come.” My breath had already turned shallow. “What? Why?” “You know why.”He drawled quietly, eyes piercing into mine. “I can give you what you want.” “What I want?” “Yes. I can make you cum in the best ways... beyond ways Felix can even dream of. Beyond your wildest, filthiest fantasies. I can make it all come true.” My heart hammered so hard, both my hands shaking by my side. “Y-you're crazy. And disgusting. I'm your brother's wife. How can you even say that to me?”

Then his mouth descended on my right nipple, sucking hard while he pushed two thick fingers into my soaked pussy. “Ahhh! Yes, finger me, please!” I cried, voice shaking. The vibrations combined with his curling fingers hitting my G-spot had me spiraling fast. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room as he pumped me hard. “You’re gushing like a whore,” he groaned against my breast. “Listen to that sloppy cunt.” He added a third finger, stretching me open. The wand pressed harder, vibrations intensifying. My moans turned into desperate, filthy pleas.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.