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Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

⚠️ 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.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

And Then he gave them the book Alex knew Karen was about to finish when they left London. "Oh, Alex there is an interesting part explaining ruined orgasms, I want you to practise on Raphael, Konstantin and Philipp, do you want?" Frank asked again. "Err... Yes, master... May I ask why not on John," Alex dared to ask. "It will be obvious, Alex," Frank replied while smiling. "I'll let you visit the new building, but before we have to deal with your behaviour of these days," Frank told as her turn and got an item from his desk.

The witches were infamous for harassing the deviant elements for their own purposes and it was likely both boys were under their influence for professional reasons. The younger boy who was scarcely eighteen had long blonde hair and a tight ass that looked just like a college girl on a cheerleading team. His name was Francis and as it turned out he was one of those transgendered persons who had ambiguous sexual identities and enjoyed taking it up the ass more than anything else of a sexual nature. Lafitte had him stripped and stretched across the whipping table just to see how his flanks looked when bent over in a defenseless position. He was surprised because from the rear, the boy with his

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

Jax stood over the three girls, his thick cock still hard and dripping with their mixed juices. Emma, Mia, and Zoe lay on their backs on the living room floor, legs spread wide, pussies gaping and leaking thick white cum from the first rounds of breeding. “Fuck, look at you three,” Jax growled, stroking his cum-smeared cock. “Three college sluts with your legs up like cheap whores, pussies ruined and overflowing with my seed. You ordered pizza and now you’re nothing but my personal breeding cumdumps.”

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

“Depression… and a very unhealthy coping mechanism.” “Which is?” “Sex?” Oh! “How long?” It was none of my business but I don't know… she seemed interesting. “About eight months.” I was about to ask why but she beat me to it. Either she could read my mind through these wooden walls, or she was just a chronic oversharer. Was it contagious?