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My clit was already swollen and slippery. I opened the “Stories” folder next. Filthy tales about men eating their own loads out of sloppy, cum-filled cunts. One story had a guy licking another man’s cum from his wife’s ruined pussy. I was soaked. I pushed two fingers inside myself and started fucking my dripping hole while I read. Then I found the videos. I clicked one and nearly moaned out loud. Close-up footage of a smooth, used pussy pushing out rope after rope of thick cum. A man buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking every drop like a starving animal, swallowing it all while she moaned and pushed more out for him.

Turned into nothing but a set of three sloppy fuckholes for superior cocks and cunts. That’s why I signed up for the private studio. The website was hidden deep on the dark web, invitation-only for the most depraved. “Ultimate Flesh Factory – No Limits, No Safewords, Pure Corruption.” They filmed the filthiest scenes imaginable for an exclusive audience of billionaires who jerked off to real taboo destruction. I filled out the form with shaking fingers, listing every disgusting fantasy I had: incest roleplay, breeding, bukkake, choking, slapping, piss play, anal gaping, fisting, cum inflation. I ticked every box. When they replied confirming my slot for a six-person gangbang, I nearly came o

He still didn't pause, just started pounding, hips slamming against my ass so hard the couch moved across the floor. "Fuck, you're tight," he snarled. "Virgin hole milking me already. Alex's gonna be so jealous when I send him the video of me breeding his little perfect cunt. To think he really believed I only needed your videos for my own pleasure. Now I'm fucking enjoying it straight from the his perfect whore." He reached around and rubbed my clit viciously while he reamed me, the wet slap of his hips deafening. I came in under two minutes, screaming into the cushions, pussy clamping down so hard he cursed and had to still for a second.

They laid her on her side and fucked her ass, praising its tight, reluctant grip. The dirty talk was a constant, filthy soundtrack. “Such a good little anal whore for strangers.” “Bet you’ve never had this many dicks in one day, you fucking dorm bunny.” “Suck it clean, get it ready for your pussy again.” “I’m gonna cum so deep in this gangbang cunt, it’ll drip out of you for days.” “Her throat’s so fucking tight, I’m gonna paint her tonsils.”

My middle and ring finger dragged along her slick folds, pressing her clit between both fingers before thrusting the fingers into her warm cunt. I, myself swallowed hard as her pussy took me in. "Mmph." She moaned as I started thrusting my fingers in and out of her. "What's that babe?" Marcus asked without taking his eyes off the screen. "Urggh..." I didn't pull out and I didn't stop thrusting my fingers into her either. "It's just the scene. Emotion." Marcus didn't even seem to hear what she said or he heard and just didn't respond. My fingers curled inside of her as I was about to pull out, dragging along the front wall.

She had to grip the couch harder to stay upright. "Oh fuck. You guys are killing me," Vivian moaned against Brie's lips. Her voice came out shaky and broken. "Yes, let Mommy play with you while your stepbrother fucks you. Such a naughty little girl taking his cock like a slut." The dirty talk turned Vivian on. Fresh wetness flooded around Bruno's shaft. Her pussy clenched tight. Bruno groaned loud at the sudden squeeze. He slammed into her even harder. His heavy balls slapped against her with each thrust.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

The flames crackled warmly as night fully settled in. Mom and Dad told old family stories, laughing and roasting marshmallows. I sat across from Damon, pretending to listen, but my eyes kept drifting to him. The way the firelight danced across his sharp jaw, the way his shirt stretched over his chest… all I could think about was getting fucked. Nothing more. My pussy was aching, clenching rhythmically, dripping so much I was sure the insides of my thighs were slick.

My inner muscles were spasming, trying to hold onto him as he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing in the quiet room. I felt the climax coming, a massive, body-numbing explosion. My muscles tensed, my pussy milking his cock in tight, frantic pulses as I came, my screams muffled by his mouth as he kissed me, drinking in my release. Richard let out a raw, jagged roar, his own body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside me, his hot cum filling me to the brim. He gave one final, violent thrust before collapsing against me, his chest heaving.