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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.

He asked while kissing her neck. She nodded and he let her go. She walked towards her wardrobe, opened it and dug her hand towards the ceiling of the wardrobe. Lucas smiled at himself. She knew she had herself some sex toys in her custody. While she romanticize about having him in bed, she helped herself to one of those. She had a vibrator dildo, silicon and rubber dildos - all of different sizes and girth. Saraphina selected the vibrator, walked towards him and gave it to him.

‘The flowers,’ she continued through gritted teeth, ‘are beautiful. Nero’s voice seemed to become deeper. ‘I agree,’ he whispered. ‘The nénuphar is the most beautiful flower of all.’ As he spoke his hand found her clitoris and began to massage the erect, erotic stem. Then his fingers encircled the rosebud pink petals of her sex-lips and began, with excruciating slowness, to penetrate her.

Among the papers on the floor was a black leather notebook. I picked it up, with the intention of putting it back but a page fell open. I looked at it and immediately, my breath caught. It was a list. It had names, dates, instructions and photos. Photos of women… beautiful submissive women, tied with ropes, gagged, eyes filled with lust and fear. I wanted to drop it back immediately, but curiosity had the better side of me, so I told myself just one more page then I'll drop it back. And then I flipped over to the next page.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

He knew exactly what I was doing. I sat with perfect posture at first, legs crossed demurely. For the first twenty minutes of his lecture on erotic subtext in Victorian poetry, I behaved. Then, slowly, I uncrossed my legs and let my knees part just enough for him to see. Only him. From his position at the front of the room, the angle was perfect. No one else could see what I was offering. I kept my expression neutral, pretending to take notes, while my thighs opened wider. The cool air kissed my bare, already damp pussy. I shifted slightly, letting the short dress ride higher.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

“I’ve had my eyes on you for months. I didn’t know how to say it. You’re beautiful, smart, and so fucking tempting sitting there in my class, answering questions with that sweet voice. I wanted you so badly, but I’m your professor. It felt wrong… until I couldn’t fight it anymore.” His hand stayed between them, fingers rubbing her clit while his thick cock slid in and out of her in long, romantic strokes. “I’ve been jerking off every single night just looking at your videos,” he confessed, voice rough with lust. “Watching you dance, seeing your body move… it drove me crazy. I came thinking about filling this tight little pussy.” Elena moaned louder, her hips rocking to meet his thrusts. The

My vision blurred as wave after wave of pleasure tore through my body. Derick fucked me through it, groaning at how tightly I squeezed him. But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into my oversensitive pussy, chasing his own release. Right as another orgasm began building inside me, his phone started ringing on the table beside us. The screen lit up. Alora it was a Video Call. Derick slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out. He stayed buried to the hilt inside me, my pussy still fluttering around him. He looked at the screen, then at my flushed, shocked face, and a wicked smile spread across his lips.

The VIP room was small and dark, lit only by a faint purple light that made Layla’s skin look like glowing silk. She stood in the center of the room, and the three men, Marcus, Jax, and Leocouldn't breathe just looking at her. She was built with incredible curves, her waist tiny and her hips wide and heavy. Her breasts were the best part; they were huge, round, and so heavy they swayed beautifully with every step she took. The skin on her chest was pale and soft, and her nipples were dark and hard, poking out like they were begging to be tasted. She reached back and unhooked her gold bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free, bouncing softly as they were released. The men groaned at the sight