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Erica asked before she quickly took her top off and headed towards them. “I’m in a fuckin’ coma or somethin’ because I dreamt last night. This can’t be a dream.” Ed said as Erica pulled her pants down and sat on Ed’s lap, gyrating her hips and pressing her own sexy ass around on Ed’s bare cock while Darla took her top off and put her tits right in Ed’s face; Ed fingered Darla while sucking on her nipple and let Erica just do her own thing with his cock before Erica took her blue thong off and straddled him, taking half of his thick cock at once before she started slowly bouncing up and down to ease the rest of him inside her, “This is amazing!” “You really are.” Erica said as she fucked away

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Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

The risk of getting caught, the hatred burning in my chest, and the devastating pleasure between my legs mixed into something twisted and addictive. My hips bucked against his face shamelessly. I bit down harder on my shirt to muffle the desperate, whimpering moans spilling out of me. Roman growled, doubling his efforts. He added a third finger, stretching me wide, his tongue lashing my clit in fast, relentless strokes. “Cum for me, Chloe. Cum on the tongue of this guy you hate so much.” I shattered. The orgasm crashed over me violently. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth as I came with a muffled scream into my shirt.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Lena watched with dark eyes, one hand slipping between her own thighs. “You look so good taking two cocks,” Lena said breathlessly. “Such a naughty bride.” Emma could only moan in response. Rico reached around and rubbed her clit while Jax sucked hard on her nipples. The pleasure slammed into her like a storm. She came again, harder than before, screaming as her body shook violently between the two men. Jax groaned beneath her. “I’m close.” “Fill her up,” Rico encouraged, pounding her ass faster.

He washed her creamy skin with Champagne, and every long stroke made her purr with pleasure. ‘I'm all sticky,’ she complained, not really complaining at all. ‘You sure are!’ said Jake, his fingers inside her at last. Pandora strained at her bonds, her pelvis rising to him as he dabbed gently at her clitoris, his mouth still glued to one breast. She was already wet: deliciously slippery and perfectly primed for a long smooth ride. There was nothing to stop him sliding straight in her to the hilt. But that wasn’t the way Jake wanted it to be. They'd strayed from the ‘romance’ remit somewhat, but as Pandora was so vociferously pleased with the situation, it didn’t seem to matter.

“Look at you… riding my cock so beautifully. You’re shaking for me, baby. Such a filthy, perfect girl. Keep going — use me. Make yourself cum on my cock.” I moaned loudly, leaning forward so my hair fell around us like a curtain. Our mouths met in messy, desperate kisses as I rode him harder, my shaky legs struggling to keep the pace. Every time I sank down, he thrust up to meet me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Viktor… I’m so close,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop— I love you… fuck, I love feeling you inside me.” He gripped my hips tighter, helping me move. “Come for me, Scarlett. Let me feel you squeezing my cock. I’m yours… all yours.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

Jason exclaimed. He crawled out, pulling out his cock from his pants. I stood up, but my legs were giving out. He hurriedly carried me onto the table, put my right leg on his shoulder. He looked into my eyes, his eyes are fucking sexy and tempting, and it can make you horny as fuck. I kissed him as I took his cock in, heavy thrust in me like he hated me and wanted me as well. Each thrust making gasp for air, he goes harder but slowly. One slow hard thrust after another, I could feel the inches go up in me and go out.

He slowly leaned in and rasped beside my ear, "Do my words turn you on?" Frantically I shook my head. "O-of course not." A harsh chuckle. In a silky tone, he asked, "If I were to slide my fingers into your p*ssy, would I find it dry?" Then he whispered, "Or wet, hot and throbbing for my c*ck?" My breaths laboured, my thoughts starting to turn hazy, I watched as his other hand rose to rest beside my bre*st, not touching it. The heat from his hand seeped into my flesh, making the buds tighten.