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I grip his hand, grinding against his palm in desperation. I stopped writing at some point. Now, I’m just grinding against my palm with that visual stuck in my head. I tease and fondle my body, pretending my hands are Rhys’s. My fingers feel quite different from his. Rhys’s are locker and thicker and just right. I cry out his name as my orgasm hits. Unlike other times I’ve given myself pleasure, the high doesn’t last long. I feel empty immediately after, craving the touch of the man I’ve been thinking about. Looks like I’m going to need a vibrator—if that’s even going to work. There’s no way to trick my body into thinking that a little battery-powered device is similar to the hands and dick

The ring light glows soft pink around my face, catching the sheen of sweat on my collarbones. My twin braids swing gently as I rock my hips, the tiny remote-controlled vibrator pressed snug against my clit buzzing on its lowest setting—just enough to keep me swollen and needy for the camera. The chat scrolls fast tonight. VirginPrincess22: touch your nipples for us, baby CollegeDaddy87: spread wider, let us see that pretty pink AnonymousWolf: $50 if you moan my name

He slapped my clit until I cried, then forced three fingers alongside the egg and fist-fucked my cunt while reaming my ass in slow, wet strokes. Hours of it. Switching holes. Switching toys. Edging me until I babbled, then ripping climax after climax from my body until my voice cracked and only broken whimpers remained. At one point he freed my wrists just to make me hold myself open—knees to chest—while he filmed extreme close-ups: ruined holes gaping, cream everywhere, the egg’s antenna fluttering like a lewd tail. On my knees in the wind, I begged the lens: “Please breed me, sir. Put your baby in me. Make me your kept whore forever.”

Instead, I felt as though I was a puppet controlled by someone else. "Walk to the center. Come to the bench." As I followed Lester's instructions to the place, I saw him sitting on the bench smoking. "You're here." Seeing me approach him, Lester stood up and put out the cigarette. He stretched his hand to hold my waist and forced me to sit on his lap. While I was not prepared, he reached his rough palm into my clothes and went straight to my sensitive parts. Unable to resist, I was forced to let him grope me. After I stood up, I bent my knee and kicked him in the groin, but he had expected it and blocked it with a palm.

Victor praises me the whole time. “Look at you, riding cock like a desperate campus slut. Such a good girl for us. Cum for us, baby. Show us how much you love being our little fucktoy.” I cum hard, squirting all over Marcus’s cock as my pussy spasms violently. They flip me onto the desk on my back, legs spread wide. Victor pounds into me while Marcus sucks on my tits and rubs my clit. I cum again, screaming around Marcus’s fingers in my mouth. They keep going for what feels like hours — switching, using me in every position, filling me with load after load of thick cum. They breed my fertile young cunt, painting my tits and face, making me clean their cocks with my tongue after every orgasm.

I wasn’t here for anything gentle. I had always been the one in control—at work, in my relationships, in every part of my life. But in bed, it was different.That was the only place where I wanted to feel powerless, to be taken in a way that made the lines between fantasy and reality blur until I couldn’t tell the difference. I wanted to be fucked up and broken by the end of it, to feel like I’d scraped the bottom of my soul and found something black and twisted there. My hands trembled as I selected a profile, each performer meticulously vetted by the site. Both male and female options were available.

he shouted, his hips slamming rhythmically, sweat dripping onto her body. Each whip slap sent shocks of pleasure through her, her ass burning deliciously, while his cock thrust deep, stretching her hole to the limit, the veins pulsing against her inner walls. Anya came repeatedly, orgasms in waves that left her breathless and shaky, her body convulsing against the handcuffs, her moans echoing through the apartment. “More… hit me harder… call me a whore… cum in my ass!” she begged, the risk of neighbors hearing or Pedro calling only adding to the addictive thrill, making everything dirtier and more forbidden.

“Good girl. Suck him deep. Show us how bad you want to be our breeding toy.” Mark’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding me deeper. The piercing hit the back of my throat and I gagged, tears pricking my eyes, but I kept going. Sarah’s fingers moved faster on my clit. “You’re going to cum with Daddy’s cock in your mouth, aren’t you? Such a filthy little foster whore.” I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan. My body tensed, the edge rushing up fast. Sarah pinched my clit. “Cum for us, baby. Cum all over your fingers while you choke on Daddy’s dick.”

His free hand slapped my clit repeatedly, forcing sharp cries from my throat. “Imagine her face,” he taunted, eyes wild with dark lust. “She walks in, sees her innocent best friend looking freshly fucked, belly slightly rounded, and smells my cum leaking out of you. She’ll know. She’ll know her daddy turned you into his personal breeding whore.” The degradation sent me spiraling. I came violently around his cock, squirting messily all over his abs and the already-ruined sheets. Damien groaned and fucked me through it, then buried himself as deep as possible and unloaded again—hot, thick ropes painting my cervix, adding to the obscene amount already inside me.

The others demanded the same, turning the bed into a soaked playground. As the intensity peaked, they arranged her in a circle, each taking a final turn fucking her mouth, pussy, or ass, pissing wherever they pleased. Sable was a wreck—shaking, squirting, begging for more. The camera caught it all: the merciless use, the filthy acts, her transformation from vengeful woman to their breeding slut.