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“Your body knows what it craves, even if your mind is still fighting.” Two of his fingers parted me gently, gliding through the slick evidence of my arousal before circling the swollen bud at my center with expert precision. Pleasure bloomed instantly, hot and insistent, making my hips jerk involuntarily toward his touch. Rafe watched my face intently, his hazel eyes darkening as he increased the rhythm — slow, teasing strokes that built a molten ache deep inside me.

I let my tits free and hold them up for him. “That’s a good girl. Fucking beautiful.” He pulls his cock from my throat, and a big stream of spit spews right down my cleavage. “Rub it in,” he says, and I do. I rub my spit into my tits, focusing on my nipples. I’m still rubbing myself when User 677 gives me another dog click, gesturing over to the bed. I scrabble to my feet, dashing over there. “On your back,” he tells me. I nod, still catching my breath from the face fucking, feeling tiny as he kneels up and over me. He mashes my tits in his hands, and I arch myself as best I can.

Her eyes flutter, rolling upward as he drives into her with ruthless precision, his hips a blur of dominance and power. “Fuck,” he groans, voice strained, his head tipping forward to watch her beneath him—her body trembling, barely clinging to reality. The wet, clapping sound of their skin meeting again and again grows louder, louder still, filling the room like a symphony of sin. It fuels them both, feeds their fire. Her mind spins in dizzying circles. She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

I breathed. He slid his fingers down between my thighs, teasing. “Like this?” I gasped. “Yes.” Lucian lined himself up behind me. “Ready?” “Yes.” He thrust inside in one deep push, stealing my breath. Rafe grabbed my hair. “Open.” I obeyed, taking him slowly into my mouth. Matteo’s fingers circled my clit with intense precision. “Good girl.” I moaned around Rafe’s cock, tears stinging my eyes as he hit the back of my throat. Lucian pounded harder, Matteo’s fingers never stopped moving and Rafe’s hand tightened in my hair.

A third forced his way into her asshole, double-penetrating her with no mercy. The ropes adjusted on their own, spreading her wider, tilting her body so they could use every hole. The last two took turns slapping her tits, spitting on her face, and feeding her their leaking cocks. Lila glowed bright blue now, her whole body lit from inside like cursed fire. She was screaming around the cock in her throat, eyes rolling back, squirting violently every few seconds as they ruined her. The wet slapping sounds were disgusting 🤮, flesh on flesh, squelching holes, ropes creaking. Cum and precum and her own juices splattered everywhere.

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

Fired up, she continued. Her hands worked my balls gently while her tongue swirled around my tip. Again, her throat opened up to give me a deep throat. My breath was heavy, my grip on her tightened, then…..I felt it. With a whimper, I felt myself explode in climax, jerking everything into her mouth. Fuck! That was good. Kassie scrambled to her feet and began her flash exit. “I love you, baby.” Again, I perfectly understood why I had said it before. No one gives better head than that little pretty thing.