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I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

She whined, dropping the coy little voice she had been using. “I’m really, really horny now!” She said, trying to coax me into fucking her senseless right then in there. Adding to the enticement, she leaned forward, bringing her ass higher, and moving a hand under her pussy. Using two fingers, she opened and closed those puffy lips. It was hard, but I forced myself from jumping on riding her to unconsciousness. But, the thought of trying S/m was now in my head. The urge to see how far we could take this was just too strong.

Bio: “Your favorite MILF next door with a breeding fetish. Cum play with me, daddy. Exclusive vids, customs, and more. No PPV for my loyal breeders.” Breeding fetish? What the fuck? I scrolled, breath shallow. Thumbnails of videos: “Breeding My Step-Bro,” “Creampie Compilation,” “Impregnate Me POV.” My dick twitched despite the shock. This was her? My future sister-in-law? I clicked a preview clip before I could stop myself. Sam on screen, naked except for thigh-high stockings, on all fours. A guy behind her—faceless, just a cock—pounding away. Her moans were the same ones I heard through the walls, but dirtier. “Fill me up, baby. Breed this tight pussy. Make me yours.”

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

"That's probably true, but we need to keep those balls hydrated;" she grinned, "Especially when they keep your sexy librarian happy. I've heard grapefruit juice is good for semen, too, but I'll do some research." "It sounds like you could be a cum-slut," I smiled. "Yes, but a very sexy cum-slut...well, to be more accurate, I'm really a Rob-slut." We were spooning in bed, but still talking...as we often did. I had my hand spread wide and holding her breast, it felt dense and beefy in my hand...and I felt a hardness, pulsing against my leg.

“I can feel you getting tighter. You’re right there, aren’t you? Poor little good girl trying so hard not to come on this cock like the desperate slut you really are.” “Damon, I'm not a slut!” I yelled at him but he didn't slow down. “Yet you keep crying like you want more, huh?” I hear him smirk. “I can’t…I’m gonna…Damon, please…” “Not yet, hold it.” He slows just enough to keep me right on the razor edge, still buried deep inside me, still rubbing my clit with those cruel fingers of his, but denying me the last bit of pressure I need. “Damon!” I sob into the mattress, hips trying to push back for more. He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging

Pleasure flooded her insides, making her more wet. She screamed when he sucked her nipple, throwing her head backwards as she bounced back and forth. Alessandro cupped her ass, raising it up a she rose. He spanked her ass, earning a deep moan. The odor of sex and sweat filled the air as Isabelle’s voice rang out while Alessandro groaned and breathed faster. The sound that erupted out of her mouth drove him to the edge and he groaned as he came close to his orgasm, his dick pulsed and twitched, growing bigger and she rocked it faster.

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Music played in the background - a sultry, slow rhythm that just pulls you in. My gaze fell on Samantha, standing by the window, the moon shining on her. She was in black lingerie that hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her full breasts and toned thighs. Her wavy hair draped down. She faced me, and I'd never seen her like this - her makeup was bold and provocative, smoky eyes and deep red lips that screamed danger. A smirk appeared on her face like she knew exactly what I was thinking.

Sam briefly considered the ramifications of sexually provoking the opposite sex but knew that she wasn't the same naive little waif that she was before. She figured she could handle herself, now that she had more of an understanding of male depravity and the lengths they would go to do satisfy their damned urges. The top wasn't too sexy, but it wasn't too tame either. It seemed to be the right combination for what she was wanting. She smiled and turned to hug her sister, who kissed her on the cheek uncharacteristically.