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The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

For almost a minute, she studied my naked sex, and behind my eyes, I saw what she saw: a page from a porno mag; an arrangement of skin and cheap clothes that was far more obscene than simple nudity . Its very crudeness was uplifting. I was a sacrifice to the divine Ellis, and my breasts and sex had a life of their own, a voice to sing the praises of the woman who bent before me. She lapped sweat from the crease of my groin. She kissed my belly, my thighs, my fuzzy mound; even my tight-less knees. The clever witch kissed everywhere but the tiny piece of flesh that needed it most. Desperation snuffed out my torpor. ‘My clit, for God’s sake,’ I croaked. ‘Suck my clit, you bitch!’

The erotica of the moment was too much to handle. While he licked me, he started finger fucking me with four fingers. He was driving them in and out with a fast, heavy rhythm. The wet, slapping sounds were loud in the hot room. I was so wet that my own juices were running down my legs. I was sobbing his name, my voice raw and broken. "Marcus! Please! I need it! Give it to me!" I shrieked. He stood up and grabbed his cock. He didn't use a condom. He wanted to feel my heat, and I wanted to feel him inside me with nothing in between us. He guided himself to my entrance and shoved in with one hard, violent thrust that bottomed out.

“You want our cum, don’t you? Want us to breed you like a cheap whore?” I nodded frantically, tears streaming, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Tyler took over my mouth while Kai moved to my ass. He spat generously on my tight hole, working one finger in, then two, stretching me open. “Not yet,” Kai warned when I whimpered. “But soon. We’re going to ruin every hole tonight.” The double penetration in my pussy grew faster and more brutal. Leo and Marcus were groaning and grunting like animals, their cocks sliding together inside me, making wet, obscene sounds.

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.

His eyes literally bulge out of their sockets, and I almost laugh at how comical he looks, his mouth falling open as I give it a little bounce again for good measure. My shirt drops to the floor, forgotten for the moment and he mutters a curse word under his breath. He hasn’t stopped staring, and I’m loving every second of this. I take a breath. I would be super shy, if he wasn’t looking so mesmerised by the sight of my naked top half. I decide to take it a step further, going all out and I start unzipping my skirt a little when he stretches his hand out to me, stopping my hands from moving any further.

I cried out into the linens. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take it, you slutty nun.” He slammed deeper. Hips slapped my ass. The shelf rattled. His hand on my neck kept me pinned while he fucked me in long, rough strokes. “This what you’ve been thinking about during mass?” he asked. “Getting bent over and filled?” “Yes—” He reached around and rubbed my clit hard while he thrust. I came a second time, clenching around him, moaning into the cloth. He kept pounding through it.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

He wanted to see her nipples scraping against the desk as he hammered into her from behind, his balls slapping against her thighs in a relentless, rhythmic assault. "You’re going to take every inch of it, Jane Doe," he muttered, his hand moving in a frantic, blurred motion. He was feral now, his fantasies shifting from the library to his own bed, imagining her legs hooked over his shoulders while he worked her clit and fucked her ass at the same time. He wanted to see her face get red, her eyes watering as he bottomed out in her bowels, stretching her into a messy, broken puddle of a girl. He was right on the edge, his heart hammering against his ribs like a basketball hitting the hardwood.