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Anyone below could look up and see her—a human girl, broken and used, draped over the stone like a trophy. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips to keep her steady against the wind. He fucked her with a cold, public arrogance. Fiona couldn't help it; her mouth fell open in a constant moan that the wind carried away. Her tits swung with every thrust, the cold air and the hot friction of his body creating a sensory overload that made her head spin.

Fiona glared at her for a few seconds before proceeding to ask another question. "How many times has his majesty fucked you?" She asked and Loiretta immediately shook her head. "Never. Not even once" Fiona's anger skyrocketed. She was sure that was a lie. "Crawl here" She ordered and with a shaky breath, Loiretta crawled to her side, dragging her knees across the floor. As soon as she was within reach, Fiona grabbed her by the neck, her vicious eyes staring threateningly at Loiretta. "Do not lie to me, bastard!" She slapped Loiretta across the face with her free hand and Loiretta sprawled across the floor.

Cain closed the door and turned to face me as I ran a hand through my hair, attempting to regain composure. "What did he say?" I asked. "Something that could have waited until morning." He watched me with a wary gaze, his eyebrows drawn together slightly. "Why did you pull away so quickly?" He asked slowly. "You said we couldn't have sex," I told him honestly. "That wasn't sex" "It was foreplay," I countered, "which, by definition, leads to other things." He let out a long sigh, a rather angry expression still plastered on his face. "I need another cold shower," he said, beginning to walk back towards the bathroom.

I want User 677 inside me, pinning me down like a whore while he thrusts his hips like a monster. “Please, Sir…” I whimper. “Please, fuck me for real. Please.” He rams the dildo into me and pauses with it buried deep. I’m panting like crazy, sweat on my brow. “You need to remember the proposal, Holly. I’m not going to fuck your cunt, you horny little bitch. I’m going to fuck your ass.” Oh fuck, yes, the proposal. It’s already long gone from my mind. I’m tempted to say have my pussy for free, but it’s obvious User 677 has his own agenda. He continues with the toy fucking, twisting his fingers as he goes.

Fiona said bluntly. Before she came, Fiona sprayed Hormone Perfume on her clothes. It was a well-known perfume with aphrodisiac properties. Men didn't need to love her. As long as his body functioned properly, just the smell of the perfume would evoke a physical response in him. Due to her profession, Fiona was familiar with these devious techniques and used them skillfully. "Fiona, you should be thankful for the child in your belly. If it weren't for this child, it would be questionable if you were alive right now," Damon said coldly as he was about to get up.

Fiona: I want you inside me so bad it hurts. Me: Are you wet? Fiona: Very. It’s a problem. The fresh memory of tasting Fiona’s sweet liquid while she fucked my face until she came filled my senses and threatened to push me over the brink. Me: I want to make you come. Think about this morning when you were grinding on my face. How did that feel? Fiona: Felt really good… Me: Now imagine I’m coming inside you. Be a good girl and come with me. Fiona: I just wish you could touch me right now…

Fiona suddenly came over and spoke like this. "Shut up Fiona. You don't know, that woman I helped her in the past but she has the nerve to get pregnant with someone else's child. She's famous as a slut now because of her vulgar photos." Morgan shot again and again some apples and some wooden dolls that were in the place.

Fiona purred in a throaty tone as she slowly rode back and forth on my dick. When I felt Fiona’s body quivering close to climax, I lifted her up off my dick and tossed her on her back in the middle of the couch. “Take me baby, take me,” she moaned when I lurched forward to shove my cock back into her sloppy wet gash. I hooked Fiona’s legs up over my shoulders and savagely pounded into her wet quivering pussy like a man possessed.

I grew incredibly hard as Fiona continued like a woman possessed. “In the hot tub, I rode your cóck. How would you like to fúck me?” “On your back with your legs in the air.” She rolled over, legs lifted and ready. I dropped down, tonguing her clít gently, moving from one end of her lips to the other, pausing to give her clít extra attention. Her body squirmed uncontrollably. The surreal situation—Fiona ready for me while my wife and my buddies fúcked down the hall—sent me over the edge.

Whether by luck or judgement, she found her mother's g-spot straight away. A surge of delicious, erotic depravity coursed through Fiona's pussy, she let out a deep growl and came hard at the touch of her daughter's incestuous fingers. Annabelle probed the same spot and made her come again, almost as soon as she'd finished her first orgasm. The deeply depraved sense of immorality had magnified Fiona's sexual arousal, she felt as though she would never stop coming for her daughter.