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She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”

My hips lifted to meet it. I closed my eyes and let myself imagine it was him...his weight, his breath against my neck, the way he used to hold me open. The fantasy mixed with the real stretch and pressure until my breathing turned uneven. I fucked myself harder, the base of the toy grinding against my clit on every inward stroke. Pleasure coiled tighter. My toes curled against the sheets. A low moan slipped out before I could stop it. I didn’t slow down. I kept going, chasing the edge, the red light painting everything in the room the same heated color while the music hummed low in the background.

His voice would be low and rough in my ear: “You’ve been teasing me all summer, Elena. Walking around in those tight dresses… You need this, don’t you? You need your stepson’s cock stretching this neglected pussy.” The dirty words in my head made me whimper. I added a fourth finger, stretching myself open as I imagined how much thicker he would feel. I pictured him pulling out suddenly, spinning me around, and forcing me down onto my knees. The water would stream over my face as he slapped his heavy cock against my tongue before pushing it down my throat, fucking my mouth while gripping my wet hair. “Yes… fuck…” I gasped, my hips grinding desperately against my hand. Then the fantasy shifted

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "You can open your eyes now," Her words reach my ears when I've... settled into position on the bed. I blush, then breath deeply at the feeling of seeing again as my eyelids go open. I'm blinking to adjust my vision while she trails her hands softly over my hips, tracing the bands of my panties.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

A low whistle cut the air. “Fuck, she wasn’t kidding. Look at that pretty little pussy, just waiting for us.” The voice was unfamiliar, gruff. Clarissa’s mouth went dry. This wasn’t part of the game. Was it? Sam’s fantasy… he’d mumbled about sharing, about watching… Her mind raced as a second pair of hands grabbed her other thigh, spreading her wider. The blunt, fat head of a cock pressed against her entrance, already slick with her own anticipation. This is really happening, she thought, a wild mix of terror and euphoria tearing through her.

"Dave has just been telling me you have been having bisexual fantasies about him and I. He told me some very private details about some of the times that you and I had made love. He also showed me some of the role playing messages you sent to him." "That's not true," I tried to interrupt. "He has been trying to get me to suck his dick, its gross." "Mel," Nicole said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to give Dave blowjobs, that is fine. I mean, I don't like sucking your dick but I do it all the time. It might be a little gross but it's nothing to be ashamed of and its worth it when I do it because I get to see you happy."

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

I ask. Kira doesn’t say a word, so I stop. "Rhys," she begs. "Is it?" I ask again. "Yes," she mumbles. "What else?" I demand. Kira shivers when I trail my fingers down her stomach. She moans my name, the sound of it rushing straight to my cock. I pull her shirt open the rest of the way. "Here’s what’s gonna happen." I kiss her belly. "You are going to read me every one of those fantasies, and I will make them come true." Another kiss, this time much lower. "I will spend the night giving you something real to write about."