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“Take it. Take every inch of my cock.” He fucked me like he owned me. Hard. Fast. Possessive. Every thrust hit deep inside me, making my breasts bounce and my moans turn into desperate, muffled cries. I pretended to fight, twisting beneath him, but my body betrayed me completely. My pussy clenched around him, dripping wet, pulling him deeper. He leaned down, his masked face close to my ear. “You love this, do not you? Being forced. Being used. Your pussy is gripping me so tight. You are going to cum for your rapist.”

“He is the disgusting motherfucker, not you. But you need to say it. Tell me what he took from you.” Richy’s eyes were wide and terrified. He searched Jax’s face, looking for judgment, for revulsion. But he didn't see it. All he saw was the caring expression on Jax's face, that kind eye that had only looked at him with love and adoration. And that was why he did as his boyfriend asked him to. “He… he had his fingers inside me,” Richy began, the words trembling. “For the exam. Then he… he added more until he stretched me. He said I was tight, and that I was taking it so well.”

Lucas groaned as he continued his deep, rhythmic pounding. Damien, who was watching from the side while stroking his cock, laughed and said, “Well now you know why I had trouble earlier. The little bitch is still not broken in back there.” At the same time, Victor knelt in front of me. He grabbed my heavy 36C breasts roughly, squeezing them together hard and curving them inward to create a tight, soft, fleshy tunnel. He lined up his hard, veiny cock and pushed it through the small hole he made between my tits. The head of his cock forced its way out from the top of my cleavage, smearing precum and leftover cum across my skin.

“Please, Maksim. I–“ He licked one slow stripe up and center and her back arched off the bed like she’d been electrocuted. He placed a large hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her virgin cunt while his finger rubbed violent circles against her clit. Charlotte was shaking, her legs threatening to close around Maksim’s head. She bucked, not sure whether to run away from his mouth or beg for more. She had never felt this kind of sensation in her life. It was overwhelming but it was the kind that she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. Maksim smiled against her clit at her reaction. She was going to quickly learn that debts in the Br

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

“Hands on the coffee table.” I obeyed, ass up, facing Jake and Mia on the couch. Victor kicked my legs wider. Then he pushed inside me. One long, slow, relentless thrust until he was buried to the balls. I cried out. He was so thick he stretched me wide, filling me completely. The pressure was intense, almost too much, but so good. Victor groaned. “Fuck… so tight. So much better than I imagined.” He started fucking me deep, powerful strokes that made my tits swing and my moans spill out loud.

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"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

“Don’t move.” He obeyed, hands bound, ass up and ready, hole clenching consistently. Without giving him time to fully adjust, I positioned behind him properly, my hands balanced my fist on both side of his ribs, then I slammed in balls-deep. He screamed. "Fuck! Damon!" I pounded mercilessly, thighs clapping on his ass, ruining him. "This is for lying to my mom. For thinking you could sneak in to her life like this." Each thrust was brutal, destroying, deep. "Swear you won't do it again."

I told her. “What! We are Americans, and one more thing, the don’t know shit, these people aren’t as, well, uh, flexible, as we are?” she is outspoken, brazen, and ridiculous. But she definitely made our night. We have drinks for a few more rounds. “So, I am curious about these things your boyfriend wants you to do, huh?” I ask boldly, with the help of the alcohol. She pounds the table and begins to tell her story, “Huh! Well, you see,” then she begins to whisper the censored part, “He wants us to do anal sex, and then deep throat, and bondage.”