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, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side. The only thing I’ve been honest about is my kink. Through my texts, I’m brave. I write my heart out. I tell him my innermost thoughts and the most depraved of my fantasies. I don’t know if I can be that way in real life.

He know that his following was substancial enough that his posts would be shared on social media on different platforms. He felt although he could get any woman he felt he connected with Tess and trusted she wasnt with him for his money. Although he did not trust woman around him they would throw themselves at him until they realized he wouldn’t spend any money on them. They would quickly lose interest. He knew Tess must know his rich status now and follow his platforms for any hint he was fresh on her trail. Some days he would say he hated her others the opposite.

He has no clue that I'm getting the best sex of my life from two men who know exactly how to use their bodies. And honestly? I don't feel guilty. My libido has always been on the high side. In school I went on a sex marathon for a weekend with my ex boyfriend. That's how much I love this. How much I need it. My husband can't keep up. Won't even try to keep up. So I found men who could. Don't blame me. Blame the fact that my husband is into guys.

She lapped my clit slowly, as two of her fingers pushed into my cunt at the same time, curling up against my walls. I pushed back against her mouth, desperate for more. She pulled away just long enough to spank me again, then went back to licking my swollen clit and fingering both of us at the same time. Pulling away briefly from both of us, she untied one of my hands and guided it between Belle's legs. "Devour that sweet cunt like you're starved," Tasha ordered. I shifted as much as the other rope allowed and buried my face between Belle's thighs. My tongue found her clit and circled it while Tasha kept fingering her ass.

he said, finishing the last push-up and climbing back onto the couch, this time sitting so close our legs were tangled together. His arm stretched along the back of the couch behind me, fingers lightly grazing my shoulder. “Your turn. Truth. What’s one fantasy trope that always gets that pussy dripping for you?” I felt my face flush hot but the wine pushed me forward. My clit was pulsing steadily now. “Being completely controlled. A guy telling me exactly how to move, how to touch myself, when I’m allowed to cum. I love the idea of someone taking charge, calling me their good girl while they use my mouth and my pussy however they want.

Listening to other patients — wealthy executives who had destroyed marriages through sex addiction, celebrities who had lost everything to escorts and orgies, normal people whose lives had spiraled out of control — made me see my own story with horrifying clarity. When it was my turn to share, I spoke for nearly forty minutes, voice trembling, about how I had started as Liam’s curious girlfriend exploring fantasies and ended up as the Gangbang Princess who threw away the love of her life for the thrill of being used by dozens of men. One older man in the group looked at me with kind but firm eyes and said,

I held my dick buried inside while her body continued to jerk and spasm for quite some time afterward. “THAT was the way I always thought it should be,” Betty moaned hoarsely when her body finally relaxed. “I have never been fucked like that ever,” she added. While we laid side by side and rested a while, Betty confessed that she has always hated Fiona from stealing me from her. She confessed that fucking me in Fiona’s bed had been a delicious revenge for her.

It was the way he framed himself as the victim. Denver’s mother’s expression did not change, though her fingers stilled against her plate. I felt heat rise through me, not from shame but from disbelief at his audacity. He wanted to rewrite the story. He wanted to paint himself as the one who was wronged. Before I could stop myself, I spoke. “Why did he take your mate?” My voice was calm. If he wanted a story, I would make him finish it. Silas’s eyes lifted slowly to meet mine. For a second, he seemed almost surprised that I had answered him directly.

A fat woman with two men. All of them were about fat people. I got goosebumps. "What does all of this mean?" "I have a fetish. I'm aroused by fat people." I fell silent. His words flowed into my brain, but it took a few seconds to truly sink in. "Fetish?" I whispered. "Since I was a teenager, I've always been attracted to curvy women. I'm genuinely aroused by their bodies. The fat, the folds, the soft skin, all of it turns me on."