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Ava’s words lingered in the quiet bedroom like smoke soft, earnest, and far more dangerous than she realized. “I want to experience it all,” she whispered against my chest, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “The whips… the rules… being your bad girl. I want everything you enjoy, Eric. I want to be part of your world.”

Fucking hell. I start moving slow at first, and then soon, I pick up the pace as I bounce hard, ass slapping against her thighs, lost in the wet heat and her constant stream of praise and filth. “Fuck, look at that greedy pussy swallowing me. So shy in the world, but such a desperate little cum-slut for your succubus.” Lira’s voice is low, wanton in a way that makes me want to cum right there and then. My nipples feel tight, hard, and when she rubs her tail against it, I feel like my heart is going to force its way out through my throat.

I suddenly felt tingly as I licked my lips in anticipation of his meeting mine, but instead, he pinched my nipples with the clips hard. A moan escaped my mouth before I could stop it as I widened my eyes at him, in surprise. He then opened the bottle of oil and poured it all over my boobs. The oil tickled down my body, causing me pleasure all over as Kendrick came forward and grabbed my breast hard. He squeezed it, his nails teasing the tip as Killian grabbed the other and began to play with it, his mouth near my nipples like he was about to suck. The lingerie stuck to my body, tightening against my crotch underneath as I threw my head backwards.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

Her juices coated his lips, and she moaned loudly, “Mmm, yes.” “Write now,” Hayes said. His tongue swirled over her clit, and he handed her a pen. “Write how my screaming slut’s pussy needs me.” Eva’s hand shook, and she scribbled, “My pussy belongs to him, I’m his dirty girl.” Her fingers rubbed her clit faster, screams echoed, “Aaah! Oh god!” His tongue licked deeper, tasted her slickness, and she cried, “Please, more!” He pulled back, teasing her. “Not yet, beg louder.”

The black lace of her thong was damp, a darker patch at the center. The scent of her arousal was direct, and overwhelming. She pressed a hand against my forehead, pushing my head back into the pillows, a smirk playing on her lips. The second verse built, “(Baby, we both know) that the nights were mainly made, For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day.” She began to ride my chest, not my cock, grinding her soaked lace-covered pussy against the centre of my chest. I could feel the heat, the pressure. My right hand was a blur on my own flesh.

Her nails clawed the metal, heat spiraling with every thrust. He leaned down, teeth grazing her ear. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked until you can’t stand?” “Yes—harder—” He obeyed, pounding into her, relentless. The control panel beeped under their assault, lights flickering. Sweat slicked their bodies, heat overwhelming in the confined box. Her orgasm hit like a lightning strike, ripping through her, leaving her shaking, clenching around him. He growled, thrusts growing erratic, chasing his own release.

Cressida and her girls swept away in a storm of perfume and arrogance, leaving the echo of her words, ‘You are now tagged’ to hang in the air. Seraphine glanced around. Students were staring, whispering behind cupped hands, some already drifting off with wide eyes as if they’d just witnessed a public execution. She realized she had been holding her breath, chest tight, and finally exhaled. She turned, forcing a bitter laugh as she walked toward Maren and Elira. “Can you imagine that bitch? Kneel? Get tagged? What does that even mean? Such a funny character.” But Elira’s face was pale. Her lips pressed tight before she spoke softly almost fearfully.

My wrists are pinned above my head, the mattress arching beneath me. Warm lips crash against mine—hungry, claiming. I see nothing, only darkness; the world is pitch-black, yet every scorching touch brands my skin. His mouth trails from my lips to the curve of my throat, lower, leaving sparks that make me gasp. A gentle pressure parts my thighs. He slides closer—slow, steady—filling every lonely ache inside me. just as his cock fully enters me.Light erupts—like someone flung open the sun.

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that