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They scrubbed me, washed me until I was cleaned. And just like Elion, they devoured me….throughout the night. I didn't stop screaming. The pillows were dented with my bite marks. I didn't stop coming. I provoked the beast in them and they resounded with a kinky rule – Ten letters. Ten orgasms. They made me climax for every letter of my name. Amber Whyte. Each orgasm was more intense than the last. It made my legs go numb. Fuck. I got what I wanted until I was more than satisfied.

“Been wanting this ass since you joined the team. Secret omega hiding under all that fake alpha attitude. Now you’re mine.” He started pounding me mercilessly, hips slamming forward, powerful and deep. Each thrust dragged his thick, veiny cock right over my prostate, making me leak all over the floor. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with my desperate moans filled the small room. Anyone could walk in any second, hear me getting bred by the team captain, but the heat made me not care. I pushed back onto him, taking every inch like a slut. “Harder, Jax,” I begged, voice breaking. “Please knot me.”

Binta said. " Do you need me to drop you in front of her mansion?, She can't do more than a dead rat" Ixora said. " And calling them prostitutes wasn't wrong ok?, Wendy and Bora has done every style in the s*x world.... Doggy" Eve said. " Check" Ixora replied. " Lap s*x" Eve said. " Check" Ixora replied. "Motorcycle" Eve said. "Check" Ixora replied. "Legs up" Eve said.

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

Isolde followed soon after, moaning low and grinding through the pleasure. They rested briefly, bodies sticky and warm. Then they used toys. Isolde grabbed a vibrating wand from her bag. She turned it on and pressed the buzzing head against Seraphina's sensitive clit. The strong vibrations made Seraphina cry out. She tried to close her legs but Isolde held them open. She was just getting started. "Please," Seraphina begged after several minutes. "Fuck! It's too much." Isolde smiled. "Just a little longer." She kept the wand in place. Seraphina shook and came again, even harder. Her voice grew hoarse from moaning. Only then did Isolde turn it off and let her rest.

I was already very wet, and it was all because of Jeremy. Now that I was alone in the room, I didn't try fighting the thoughts of him. What was the harm? No one would know. I trailed the vibrator down to my pussy, and slowly rolled it against my clit over and over. I was tightening up, about to come. I let out a strangled moan as I imagined it was Jeremy holding the vibrator, and that he had done a lot more than lightly touch my breast. I imagined him playing with my nipples, bending me over and spanking me.

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

A low vibrating wand was taped against my swollen clit on the lowest setting -- enough to keep me simmering without letting me cum. “Good girl,” another man praised, tugging my leash lightly and releasing the fold. “Such a perfect married fucktoy. Your holes are properly trained now.” Their mix of praise and filth kept my pussy clenching around nothing, and I was just starting to catch my breath when I heard- The front door opening. Heavy footsteps. “Sarah? Babe, my flight got canceled. You won’t believe what-” Brutus’s voice cut off mid-sentence as he stepped into the bedroom doorway.

Aurora Damn…I’ve been caught. I cursed inwardly. My fingers still inside of my pussy slowly found their way out. The empty feeling made me whimper. I’ve never been this aroused in my entire life, but the thought filled me with guilt. What would he think of me now? A slut? I shook my head, reminding myself there’s no need to feel ashamed or guilty. If there’s anyone who should feel ashamed, then it’s him. He was the one who watched a p**n video and masturbated in someone else’s house. He even left the door wide open, like he wanted me to see.