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“And why have you been treating me with such hatred?” “I don’t hate you, my wife,” he groaned as I stroked him. “I’ve… argh… I’ve only been busy. The city affairs have been giving me mood swings but now I’ve come to apologize. Coming to you naked like this… what punishment do you think suits me?” I shook my head, still rubbing his cock. “No, I don’t wish to punish you. I just want you to satisfy me.” I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Eric groaned loudly and threw his head back. I sucked him eagerly, using my tongue the way he likes.

A grin flashed across Erick's face. He gently guided me backwards until I fell across the bed. As I shuffled into place, he crawled up between my legs, his cock rock hard and the condom shining around it. Erick carefully lined up his cock with my entrance, flashed me a grin, and then slammed his entire length into me. A groan escaped me lips. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to push him even deeper inside me. The heat that had been burning in my crotch all night began to grow and spread until it felt as if my entire body was burning.

“This pussy belongs to me-“ he growls “-not Eric , not anybody else, Mine!” He slaps my clit continuously, his dick taming into my insides at the same time. I’m going to cum” I cried out eyes rolling to the back of my head His thumb picks up pace, his dick dragging against my front walls “yess baby, cum on this dick, cum on my cock like a good girl” . I came hard, harder than all the other times , my whole body shaking as my pussy clamped down on him hard.

No deep pressure that made my mouth fall open. He started moving, steady and careful. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned. I wrapped my legs around him and moved with him, but every thrust just made me think of the desk. The way Mr. Grant had held my hips and forced every thick inch inside me. The way he had called me a slut while he used me. Derick kissed my neck. “You feel so good.” I closed my eyes and pretended the voice in my ear was deeper. Older. Meaner.

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.

“Do you know where I go on Friday nights, Emily? What I do while you’re here watching my sons like a good girl?” “No, Sir.” “There’s a place, in the City, in San Francisco. It’s called the Hive. It’s a dirty, sleazy place where women who need to be owned for a night go to find men like me. On these Friday nights, Emily, I am spanking other women, beautiful women. I’m tying them up with ropes and chains. I’m forcing them to climax over and over until they can’t speak or walk. And they thank me for it. If they’re truly special and submissive I will let them suck my cock. Now tell me, Emily, what can you offer me that these women can’t?”

I said, sliding off my seat and disappearing under the dashboard. I didn't care that I was ruining my $80 blowout. I grabbed him, my small hands clasped around his girth, and took him into my mouth. I sucked him deep, my tongue swirling around the head while he swerved through red lights and hissed dirty words under his breath. "Oh, fuck, Enid... you're such a dirty little slut," he groaned, his hand coming down to grip the back of my head, pushing me deeper. "Suck it, baby. Swallow all of it."

We just wanted to spice up our marital life. My name is Diego. I’m thirty-four, fit from years of gym discipline, and married to Susan for six years. Our sex life had become routine, comfortable, but predictable. After months of talking about it, we decided to explore. We connected with two other couples online through a private, discreet swinging forum. Everyone was vetted, tested, and on the same page: no pressure, just fun and fantasy.

Her mouth was fitted with a large O-ring gag that kept her lips stretched wide open, ready to be used. Seven elite men stood in a circle around the table — Dr. Crowe’s most trusted colleagues: senior fertility specialists, powerful clients, and two surgeons who had paid enormous sums for private access to his special “projects.” Nurse Harper stood obediently among them, already collared and fully naked. Dr. Elias Crowe stepped between Sophie’s helplessly spread thighs, his thick, veined cock rock-hard and throbbing. He rubbed the fat, leaking head up and down her soaked slit, teasing her swollen clit before slamming balls-deep into her pussy with one savage thrust.

She came twice, her body surrendering completely. By evening, in the bedroom, it was missionary—intimate, eyes locked as he moved slowly, then fast, grinding his pubic bone against her clit until she begged. “Harder… please!” He obliged, pounding until they both shattered. The day blurred into a marathon of forbidden ecstasy—shower sex, where water slicked their bodies, his cock sliding in from behind; oral on the stairs, his tongue devouring her until she squirted; quickies in every room, each more intense than the last.