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ARC 27: VELVET CUFFS TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit taboo erotica, public risk, under-table foot play, bathroom sex, rough oral, forced deepthroating, degradation, CNC elements and graphic sexual content.. Mature readers only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark fiction ------- Kailani's pov Sarah's hands digs into my side for the hundredth time this evening trying to get my attention But I can’t tear my eyes off the corner where Red is practically fucking that girl in front of everyone.

The massage parlours, quite simply, were the parlours of beautiful women, who in addition to giving massages, had sex, the houses of Russian, Asian and German beauties. Yaroslava was the most desired beautiful and sensual cat in massage parlours and fruit and aphrodisiac tourism centers, she was so desired that from the first person to see her, from the moment she was seen, as long as anyone saw her, she was the beautiful succubus.

The most erotic sight I'd ever seen. I held her close, rocking my hips slowly while she came down from her high. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me like a little heart ㅡ so fucking cute. I kissed her neck softly while I thrusted deeply into her again. "Such a good girl..." I whispered against her skin.

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

Four weeks, three days and two and a half hours was the exact amount of time since he’d walked into the La Terrazza bar and fallen deep into his very first full-blown erotic obsession. He’d only gone into the place out of curiosity. He’d been working late and felt stressed out, pissed off and bored with his relatively mundane existence. La Terrazza was a notorious sexual stomping ground, and as a young man whose turn to stomp was long overdue, he’d arrived with high hopes, a genuine thirst, and the beginnings of a very nice hard-on. He’d expected glitzy people, pricey drinks and plush, slightly pervy surroundings; what he hadn’t expected was “The Weirdo’...

she muttered. "You watch a lot of porn?" Clara chuckled. Shamira nipped Renata's ass with her teeth. "I had a lot of spare time on my hands." Renata got on her knees behind her lover and shoved the dildo into her sex from behind. "Not anymore," she whispered, barely audible over the falling water.

He curled his fingers inside me, sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. "That's your G-spot," he said conversationally. "Which not a lot of people know is part of the clitoris, actually. And your clitoris is this spot right—" "Ah!" I cried, my hips bucking forward as he used his thumb to start stroking my clit. "—here." I felt him smile against my leg. "I don't know, Ms. Moran. I'm not seeing any evidence of ghost activity here. Maybe I need to stop?" "No!" I whined. "No, please keep looking. You just have to look harder."

Another voice from the dark: "Let me touch her." Rome's grip tightened. Amara opened her eyes. It was Levi. Silent. Watching. Wanting. "Let him," she whispered. Rome looked up at her, shocked. Her cunt clenched around him. "Please." Levi stepped closer. His hand brushed her breast, and she moaned so loudly it made someone else groan. Then his fingers were between her thighs, rubbing where she needed it most. She fell apart. Her orgasm hit like a storm, tearing through her until her vision blurred. Rome cursed. He wasn’t far behind. She felt him spill inside her, hot and thick, and she didn’t stop riding until he was shaking.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

His angle captured the city lights behind my exposed body and the risk of discovery. They rotated quickly. Each man took a turn in my pussy or ass while the others held me steady against the glass or fed me their cocks. The leash stayed active; Julian tugged it to remind me of my place. Jax kept the electro stim pads firing in unpredictable patterns so my orgasms built dangerously fast. I came hard against the railing. My pussy and ass spasmed violently around Theo and Rafe. I squirted down my thighs but stayed almost silent; only tiny desperate whimpers escaped. The city lights blurred through my tears. One loud cry and the entire party would rush to the balcony.