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His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

she begged, her voice breaking, muffled and raw from crying out. My hips flexed as I pushed just the tip of my cock inside her soaked hole—just enough for her to feel it stretch—then pulled back out, leaving her gasping. “Hmm… looks like this greedy little cunt needs some spit,” I drawled darkly. Tilting forward, I let a thick strand of saliva drip from my mouth right onto her slit, watching it glisten down her folds. I shifted closer, grinding the head of my cock against her, rubbing it in slow, dirty circles around her swollen clit until her legs trembled in my grip.

She knew it was wrong, but the idea of being used and abused by these men turned her on more than she cared to admit. As she crawled out from under the desk, Ron's cum still smeared across her face, Pam knew she was in for a wild ride. She had no idea what the future held, but she was ready to embrace it, no matter how dirty or depraved it might be.

FIN Livres p*f disponible ♨️MERCI MAMAN TOME 1 ET 2 ♨️AMOUR IMPOSSIBLE ♨️DU PARADIS POUR L'ENFER ♨️ LA COLÈRE D'UNE FEMME AMOUREUSE ♨️PAMELA PARDONNE MOI ♨️ LES CHEVEUX BLANCS

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane. He held it up like evidence in court, the pages fluttering. “Snatched this gem from you the other day. Knew you were deep in it. What, ten pages from the end? I finished it myself last night.” He grinned devilishly, and my chest squeezed hard, like it was about to combust. “Fuck, Cindy, the shit in here… it’s pure filth. Balls deep in demon dick and submission games. I didn’t peg you for such a dirty reader.”

he demands, leaning closer as his body pressing against mine. I can feel his hard cock straining against his pants rubbing against my ass. “Please, Daddy, wreck my pussy,” I gasp tears streaming from the choking and the overwhelming sensations. “Finger-Fuck me harder, make me cum like the bad student I am. I need it so much— your hands owning me, choking me until I can’t breathe.” He laughs low and dark adding a third finger stretching me wide as he scissors them inside. “That’s right you filthy little cumslut. Your cunt’s gripping me like it never wants to let go. Gonna make you squirt all over my desk, then maybe I will bend you over and ram my cock in next.”