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My own handwriting stared back at me in bold black ink: MY BUCKET LIST (Thirty before thirty… or before I chicken out completely) 1. Swim naked in the ocean at midnight 2. Kiss someone under fireworks 3. Get a tattoo I can’t explain to my mother 4. Quit my soul-crushing job without a safety net 5. Fall in love so hard it hurt 6. Have sex that makes me forget my own name 7. Be touched as I’ve never been touched before slow, deliberate, filthy, worshipful. No rush. No mercy. Just hands. Mouth. Cock. Knowing exactly what they’re doing to me.

I squinted as I tried to regain my composure; the three of them disappeared around the corner and left me laying there covered in cum and dripping juices from every hole. As I lay there, degraded and totally fucked, a couple of thought crossed my mind. First was how I could ever go back to my normal life and start my dream job without the thought of my ex-boyfriend after this sinful experience, and second was I have to call the girls and update them because I have one hell of a story to tell them. I could barely move. Fuck. This was the best sexual experience I had ever had. I never knew that threesomes and foursomes could be this exciting and pleasurable.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

My skirt barely covered the mess. Alex kissed me possessively, biting my lower lip. “You’re walking around the rest of the day full of my cum. Every step, you’ll feel me leaking out of you.” We slipped out of the stall one by one. Jake was waiting near the entrance, holding new sneakers. “Took you guys long enough. Find anything good?” I smiled weakly, face still flushed, pussy throbbing and leaking Alex’s cum down my legs. “Yeah… really good.” Alex smirked beside me. “Best shopping trip ever.”

“Tell the people watching what you want.” She was panting, her vision blurring. The words came out, husky and broken. “I… I want it. I want all of it. Fuck me. Use me.” The chat exploded with new messages. The finger in her ass withdrew, replaced by the blunt, terrifying head of a new cock. Marcus roared, driving into her pussy with a final, deep thrust. Jax shoved his cock back into her mouth, down to the base.

Fuck! "So, what is it going to be? As I've heard, I should pay 70,000 for it. I'm willing to pay now. Half will be given to you now, the other half when the deal has been signed for the condo." And then it hit me. The "extra service" he was referring to is sex, of course! How can I be so stupid, not figuring it out in the first place?! Maybe because I was a newbie in that industry. No one didn't even tell me or give a hint. I think they wanted me to know it the hard way. Of course, where is the thrill when I find out?

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

His rolled up sleeves reveal the thick veins in his forearms, and the scent of him, that woodsmoke and sharp musk, seems to drift across the rows of desks, clogging my lungs. "Most writers fail because they are afraid to feel," Professor Tyler begins, his eyes snapping back to mine for a split second before moving on. "They describe a scene like a blueprint. But a story is not a blueprint. It is an experience. If you want your reader to bleed, you have to describe the coldness of the blade. If you want them to burn, you have to make them feel the heat of the skin."

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier