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His thrusts were so hard and deep that they made my tits bounce, the sound of our flesh slapping filled the room and Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, his fingers toyed with my nipples, twisting and pinching them. His large hands came down as a hard slap and I bit the gag feeling myself getting wetter from the pain. He turned the vibrator back on and pressed it against my clit, switching the speed from fast to slow, teasing me mercilessly. “You’re such a dirty little slut, Maggie,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Begging a stranger for cock at a party. Now you’re getting exactly what you asked for. I’m going to fill this greedy pussy up. Breed you like the desperate whore you are.”

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The combination of having incestuous sex in front of strangers while enduring sexual insults combined with the friction in her pussy was too much for her to take and her body and soul exploded. The wails from her mouth were so loud it brought others into the room to see. And for the first time she squirted all over. I kept ramming my meat into her intensely spasming vagina to prolong her orgasm. Then I gave in and shot my hot cream up into her womb. My hips bucked up against hers and we grinded them roughly together. We kept grinding and grinding in an effort to extract every drop of cum we had in our bodies. Then we collapsed in a heap with Grandma's sweaty body on top of mine. We are now i

“Fuck, yes….harder!” He chuckled darkly against my skin, the vibration shooting straight to my clit. “That's right, beg for it. You want this big dick wrecking your tight little pussy again?” His free hand dove between my legs, fingers shoving my panties aside to plunge into my soaked folds. I moaned loud, bucking against his hand as he pumped two thick fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. “So fucking wet already. You're my dirty student whore, aren't you?”

“Please fuck me. I need you deep inside me. Do not hold back.” He thrust into me in one commanding stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was intense and perfect. I moaned loudly, my walls clenching around him. “Daddy! Yes, Daddy!” He fucked me hard on the couch, deep and relentless strokes that shook my entire body. His hand came down on my ass in sharp spanks as he drove into me, the sting blending beautifully with the pleasure. He wrapped one hand lightly around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me feel owned. “Such a good little girl,” he praised, his voice strained with control. “Taking Daddy’s cock so well.”

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

My moans echoed off the stone, raw and unfiltered, and bouncing back to me as if the crypt itself were moaning with me. He watched through the lens, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with lust and something colder—calculation. “Tell me your worst secret, Elara,” he said, voice low and coaxing. “The one you’ll never print.” I gasped, hips rocking into my own hand, thighs trembling. “I… I came to expose you,” I confessed, the words spilling like wine. “The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—”

She giggles like a little girl. “You are fun. Saying no but wanting more and more.” “No.. I don’t want more… I will die of laughter,” I complained. “For God’s sake, let me sleep. I have a meeting tomorrow.” I tell her and she finally stops. “Okay. I will stop now,” she says, breathing heavily and we lay in bed in silence. “What else comes with F?” I ask her. The word ‘forced’ alarmed me a little. She hums.”I don’t remember everything but… flogging, figging, forced masturbation, forced nudity, fantasy rape, fisting.” I blanch at last two words. Definitely a big no for me.

"That's what you need isn't it? Need me to fuck you right here until you can't take it anymore." "Yes!" he gasped. "Yes Mistress please!" I added a third finger and he nearly sobbed with pleasure. His cock was leaking a steady stream of precum now, creating a puddle on the sheets beneath him. I fucked him with my fingers until he was trembling and begging incoherently. Then I withdrew my fingers. "No," he whimpered. "Please don't stop." "I'm not stopping." I positioned the strap-on at his entrance. "I'm just getting started. Now beg me to fuck you."

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