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I locked my ankles behind his back. He fucked me on the desk in the dark while the rain hammered the glass and the emergency lights painted everything red. Deep, deliberate strokes. One hand braced beside my hip; the other found my clit and rubbed tight circles. I came hard around him, clenching, gasping his name out loud for the first time in my life…no fantasy, no almost, just Tyler.

His voice made me jump, “What is your name woman?” My lips came unglued and I managed to choke out, “Fantasy, but please don’t call me that. I hate it.” “Okay, what do you go by then?” He queried with amusement tingeing his tone of voice. “Tasy.” I whispered out as I felt the heated wetness of a male’s erotically appointed appendage press into the lips of my opening from behind.

It was not white, it was not brown, it was a sort of lizard shade of green that bubbled and foamed like a sinister concoction from the confines of hell itself. With vampire juices in both of her openings, Marcy was charged with energy she had never felt in her entire life. She moaned in sexual frustration wanting to filled again and again. Lafitte signaled his female children to clean the woman off and remove her restraints. When Marcy stood up, he could see she had a most desirable figure and he decided on the spot to make her a featured member of his brood. She certainly had the stamina and the inclination for unfettered depravity.

In that moment of confidence, I walked up to her and gently put my arms around her back, much to her surprise. "I think you're the most gorgeous, most amazing teacher I've ever had," I calmly said to my stunned teacher. “I did this because I wanted the chance to experience the excitement of sharing this freedom with you, getting away with doing things we couldn't normally do together certainly not in class. We can do anything we want here and nobody will ever have to know. What I'm saying...is we have total sexual freedom here, Ms. Adanna. I've been attracted to you since day one and now that we have the chance, I want you so badly. I have to know what it's like to take you. What do you say?

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

Martin moved her hand away from him and hiked up her skirt. He caressed her bare thighs all the way up and slid his hand into her underwear to feel her, causing her to inhale sharply. She rested her head on his shoulder as he started getting her off with his hand. "O... God," she let out a muffled moan, grasping his shoulder for support. The sudden sensation ignited all the cells in her body, and unimaginable pleasure coursed through her veins. He knew how to do things right because her mind blanked out, allowing herself to enjoy the work of his magical hands.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

I arch my back, my hips thrusting against his face as I ride out my orgasm. I lie there, breathless and satisfied, my body still trembling from the intense release. Henry moves up my body, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, and it only adds to the eroticism of the moment. “That was just the beginning, Amanda,” he promises, his hands roaming over my body. “I’m going to make you cum again and again.” I smile, feeling empowered and desired. “I can’t wait.” In the meantime, Freddie pulls his pants down and is now stroking his rock-hard cock, silently watching us.

The cool night air hit my skin like a shock, but it did nothing to dampen the heat radiating from between my legs. I hadn't bothered with a bra or underwear; I had simply slipped into a sheer, silk slip that clung to my curves and left nothing to the imagination. Every step I took felt the slick slide of Richard’s cum leaking from my pussy, a warm, sticky reminder of the audit I’d just endured. The thought of Ethan finding out—or better yet, tasting the evidence of my father's claim—made my clit throb with a renewed, desperate hunger.