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From the secret that burned in my chest. This was Alastair. Dad’s best friend. The man who asked how my job was going last month at dinner. The man who hugged me carefully. Now he fucked me like he paid for the right to break me open. And I loved it. His hand on my throat tightened when I got too loud. The pressure made my head light. Made every thrust feel harder. My pussy clenched tight around him. He groaned and spanked me again. “You like the pain,” “Yes,” I choked out.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

He railed her ass without mercy, one hand rubbing her clit until she came so hard she squirted on the sheets. By the fourth orgasm, Aliyah was shaking uncontrollably. Viktor untied her and pulled her on top of him. “Ride me,” he ordered. “Ride Daddy’s cock until you break.” Aliyah straddled him, legs trembling. She sank down on his thick cock, moaning loudly as he filled her completely. Viktor gripped her red ass and forced her to bounce hard. “Faster.” She rode him desperately, breasts bouncing, tears streaming down her face. Every slam of her hips sent shockwaves through her body. Viktor’s hand came up to choke her again.

And her pleadings were answered with more vigorous thrust and more spanking. Her body shook as more cries fell from her eyes. The more she screamed and begged, the more satisfied he became. With each passing seconds he thrusted faster, harder and deeper. Her petite form could hardly withhold his animalistic thrust. She wiggled desperately, trying to get up and escape, but he held her neck from behind and pushed her face down sideways on the bed. No way to escape, she begged for mercy. "Please it's hurting so much. Ahh Please stop." Her screams turned to whispers.

"Oh fuck, Mark! Yes!" My pussy dripped uncontrollably, juices running down my thighs while he pounded my ass relentlessly. Each brutal slam stretched my tight hole wider, filling me with that filthy, taboo lust that had me craving more. "Harder, please! Fuck my ass like the cheating whore I am," I begged, pushing back against him. Mark growled and gripped my hips, driving into me with wild force, his balls slapping against my soaked pussy with every thrust. "Scream my name, Rachel," he demanded, leaning over to bite my shoulder again. "Tell me how much you love your sister's husband wrecking this forbidden hole."

Musa looked at Kiara with a smirk plastered on his face and said," You have to love me .Whether you can do it by your heart or by choice or i can do it by my ways" Kiara looked at him with a confused expression. She said, “What do you mean"? Musa patted her cheek and said, "THE BEGINNING OF FORCED LOVE ".

I glanced over my shoulder to see him holding a soft leather flogger with wide falls. “Ten strokes,” he announced. “For teasing me. For making me lose control. Count them.” The first strike landed without warning across my ass with a sharp, stinging thud. It wasn’t too hard but it was hard enough to make me jolt and moan and moan at the same time. Heat bloomed across my skin. “One,” I gasped. By the fifth stroke, my skin was warm and tingling, the pain melting into a deep, throbbing pleasure that made my pussy drip onto the bench. My ass was on fire but I was panting and pushing back for more.

And so the host pile-drove her into the floor boards. Rammed the ginger into an erotica reader’s submissive fantasy... Her lower back was aching from the pain, yet she squealed for more. He latched onto her thighs, pushing the legs farther behind her neck. And when it was time to quit... the woman found herself unable to move. She had become stuck! The leg muscles seized up from the extreme angle (and possible orgasm). It would have to be, yes... “Removal!” he cheered!

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”