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He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

The scent of him around the study seemed to wrap around me, intensifying the forbidden thrill. My world narrowed to the sensations, the rhythmic friction, the building pressure. I was lost in it, completely undone by the pleasure, forgetting everything but the insistent throb between my legs. My body arched, my nails scoring the leather of the chair as I fucked myself over and over again, calling out my step-father’s name without shame. Julian had wanted to know who was living under his roof. And now, he had the most intimate answer. I have become a whore for him.

He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing loudly. “Yes! I love it,” she sobbed. The confession spilled out of her. “I’ve wanted this for so long….wanted you to ruin me.” Ethan laughed darkly and sped up. “Then say it. Tell me what you are.” “I’m… I’m becoming your whore,” she gasped between thrusts. “Louder.” “I’m your whore!” she cried, voice breaking as another orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, squirting slightly onto the floor.

He hadn’t just used me; he had discarded me. He had left me like I was nothing. Like I was a dirty little whore he had used to get off and now couldn’t be bothered to waste a single second on again. The sound of the front door slamming shut was the crack of a whip, a final, brutal punctuation mark to the encounter. Silence descended, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing and the rain still lashing against the windows. I remained there for a long time, on my knees on the cold marble, my body trembling violently. The heat of my arousal had cooled, leaving behind a hollow, aching emptiness. Shame and a profound, soul-crushing humiliation washed over me in a

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

‎With one last thrust, we both lost it, cummin together in a shaking, screaming mess. ‎"Fuck... Liliana!" ‎"Arghh... Joel... Mhmmm fuck!" ‎I collapsed on his firm chest, panting and sweating, my squirt soaking the counter. ‎"Oh Liliana," Joel groaned, "Everyone needs a slutty sister with juicy pussy like you." ‎"Everyone needs a cousin with a big monster cock like yours."

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

“She’s squirting all over my dick!” They didn’t let me come down. Marcus took Tyler’s place immediately, driving into my soaked, pulsing pussy with even more force. He folded me tighter, pushing my legs further back as he railed me. “You’re such a pathetic little squirting whore,” Marcus grunted, slapping my face lightly. “Crying and shaking and still begging for more cock.” I whimpered and sobbed, another orgasm crashing through me almost immediately. I squirted again, harder this time, my legs trembling uncontrollably in his grip.

My body arches despite myself, seeking more of this brutal stimulation. "Cum for us, slut," Derek demands. "Show everyone how much you love being gangbanged like the worthless whore you are." His words should disgust me, but instead, they push me closer to the edge. The humiliation, the delicious pain, the complete loss of control, it's all mixing into something dark and intoxicating. "Please," I gasp around the dick in my mouth, "please..." "Please what?" someone asks, slapping my tits again. "Please don't stop," I whisper, hating myself even as the words leave my lips.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.