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"How come you're still so wet inside your pussy after all the times you've been fucked? Hermosa could you really be a shell?" "Stop it... Don't touch it..." "Fine... I'm not touching you. I'll put something more comfortable in for you." Brent picked up a capsule-like object, only the size of his thumb, but vibrating at a truly powerful and terrifying rate, more than the average masturbator. He took the tweezers and prodded the soft flesh of both her walls and placed the violently vibrating object deep inside her flesh. Hermosa's moans became more and more dense, like slimy ice. Her hips couldn't stop swaying. Every part of her body felt like it had been set on fire.

ARC 15 : CROSSING THE LINE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit lesbian sex including tit sucking, fingering,, face-sitting, thigh grinding, mutual masturbation, squirting, cum tasting, slut-shaming, corruption kink, and intense best-friends-to-lovers angst with heavy emotional tension Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- Bella’s POV It was a beautiful Thursday in the dorm and finals week was right around the corner. The entire atmosphere was tens

Over, and over, and over, and over. My legs began to shake as my skin turned to fire and the pleasure that mixed with the conflicted guilt became so intense that I could no longer think straight. Angelo was silent, save for his silent pants and the occasional grunt whenever he would feel my cunt tighten around his cock. Other than that, he was wordless, and that's how I knew that he was beginning to fall into that same cloudy sex-daze that I was.

My thighs trembled again; fists clenched harder, knuckles white against the black sheets. “Fuck,” I breathed. Damon chuckled against my ear. “That’s level one.” Ethan clicked again. The buzz intensified—deeper, faster. Pleasure spiked sharp; my cock leaked steadily onto my stomach. I moaned louder, hips rocking back against nothing. Malik leaned down, kissed me slowly, filthy, tongue sliding in time with the vibration. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroked once—firm, twisting. I bucked into his fist, moaning into his mouth.

she says with a wicked little grin. Lara’s hands and mouth are eager and skilled. She kisses down my body, paying special attention to my sensitive 34C breasts before moving lower. When her tongue finds my clit, I moan loudly, gripping the sheets. She works me perfectly, alternating pressure and speed until I’m right on the edge. Just as I’m about to come, she slides two fingers inside me and sucks harder. I shatter, my body arching off the bed as intense pleasure crashes over me.

She came hard, thighs locking around my head, a long broken sound leaving her throat as she pulsed around my fingers. I crawled back up and we kissed again, slower this time, bodies still humming. We lay tangled for a while, trading soft touches, learning the maps of each other’s skin. Eventually desire rose again. She reached into the nightstand and brought out a slim, curved vibrator. She switched it on to a low hum and pressed it between us so that it rested against both of us when our hips met. We moved together, grinding, the vibration traveling through slick flesh. I kissed her deeply while we rocked. The dual pressure and the steady buzz pushed me toward another climax faster than I e

But then I saw the rewards. [Reward Tiers:] [1,500 points = Multiple Orgasms.] [2,500 points = Breeding Fantasy Fuck (No Pull-Out).] A breeding fantasy. The words sent a shiver down my spine that was pure, unadulterated need. It was the ultimate reward, the ultimate act of ownership. To have him inside me with nothing between us, to feel him cum, to be claimed in the most primal way possible. I wanted it. I needed it with a desperation that scared me. I would do anything to get it.

she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Would you mind if I use this?" Before he could respond, Bianca positioned the instrument at her pinkish swollen pussy, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly pushed it inside. She whimpered, her body rocking with the sensation, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm as she began to fuck herself with the instrument. Dr. Kendrick's eyes widened, and Bianca could see the bulge in his pants growing, his dick straining against the fabric of his scrubs.

She shattered—her orgasm crashing through her with a moan so raw it made my heart pound. And I followed her right over the edge. She was trembling above me, her breath shallow, body slick with sweat, her hips barely rolling through the aftershocks. I gripped her tighter, still buried deep inside her, my chest rising and falling beneath hers. I was about to pull her down for another kiss when The voice snapped through the air like a whip. "What the hell, bitch?!" Sara froze. So did I. We both turned around to find a shocked and angry Layla staring back at us.

My pussy sucked it in. I gripped my iced tea glass tight. He added a second finger and pumped slowly. His thumb pressed my clit. I breathed deeper but kept my face straight. “Talk to me,” he said. “Act normal.” “What do you want to talk about?” I asked in a steady voice. “Tell me how wet you are.” “Soaked,” I said soft. “Your fingers feel good.” He curled them inside and hit my spot. My hips twitched small. Betty returned with plates. “Bacon cheeseburger and chicken strips. Anything else right now?”