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A robust man leaned on the sofa, half naked, while two ladies pleasured him with their touches. Some ladies gave men blow jobs on the seattes. They glanced at Brittany as she walked in, their tongues gliding and bobbing up and down the man's cock. Brittany's brows creased. What on earth is going on? She's only been to a club, not once but twice and that was when she was in high school. Never had she seen anything like this before. Was this the kind of club her uncle ran??? The realization hit her like a jolt of electricity.

DANGEROUS ADDICTION: SEX, LOVE AND SCADAL "Everything I hate...Yet Crave." A COLLECTION OF STEAMY SEXUAL FANTASIES. This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships. If you feel like you can read on then be my adorable guest on a highly steamy and pleasurable journey that will leave you so high, horny and sexually active only at reading. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS

“A matter, which unfortunately arose from your clinging to Ismail If not, where does all this Matías and Lauren stuff come from? Because it's obvious that it's your story with Al-Murabarak. You remain stuck in the same place, you decide to let go once and for all, and you don't dare” “My novel is beside the point. As for what I have with Aaron, I'm already ready to take the next step. I will have sex with him. I-I just have to look for a moment..." I stammered swallowing thickly. Taboo could be heard emerging from my lips. I wasn't talking about my real self, just that rushed part that pretended to have it all figured out, regarding intimacy. Which was not her concern to listen to, but being

I bit my lip to stay quiet as he fucked me hard, the bedframe thumping the wall, hand over my mouth whenever I got loud. “You want Sophie to hear how good her friend takes my cock?” I shook my head and came hard around him. He followed, buried deep, filling me up. Afterwards he stayed inside me and said, “This stays between us.” I nodded. Henceforth we did it every chance we got—mornings when Sophie left early, nights when she slept with headphones on, once in the laundry room while the dryer ran, me bent over, him behind me, hand on my mouth, short hard thrusts.

He was relentless, his pace increasing until he was jackhammering into me, his cock a solid, unyielding piston that dominated my entire existence. He broke the kiss and whispered hotly against my ear, “Your mother warns everyone about me… but here you are, legs spread wide, dripping for the Devil. You were made for this. Made to take my cock.” His words sent a fresh rush of wetness between my legs. The taboo of his words, the sheer blasphemy of my desire, acted like a drug. My pussy spasmed around him, milking him with desperate, involuntary contractions. “I don’t care,” I screamed, my nails drawing bloody crescents into the meat of his shoulders. “I’m yours. Do it. Break me.”

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

like, "fuck me." Sabrina lay down on her bed, released the day's tension through her mouth and sank into the babble filling her mind. Two seconds later her finger was slipping along the seam of her crease. The hypnotist's instructions were to jill, right up to the edge, but to hold off orgasm as long as possible. In the last week and a half, that'd become friggin' hard. She hadn't even touched it and her love buzzer was throbbing with need.

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

“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.”