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Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk. As I came down from my high, Damien pulled out, his body glistening with sweat. He turned me around, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and desire. "You're incredible, Emma," he said, his voice breathless. "The way you make me feel... it's unbelievable." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "I'm glad you think so," I said, my voice was seductive. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

The silk sheets felt cool and luxurious against my heated skin. I got on all fours, just like I had imagined so many times while listening to him. I pulled my nightdress up to my waist, exposing myself completely to the empty room. “F-fuck…” I whispered, pushing two fingers inside my dripping cunt. I closed my eyes and pictured him behind me. “I’ll be your good girl, Master…” I moaned softly, pumping my fingers faster as I remembered the way he had praised that other woman. “Please… fill me up,” I whimpered, adding a third finger. “Treat me like just a hole, Master…”

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

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he growled against her mouth. “All this time playing innocent and your cunt is begging to be ruined.” He shoved her panties aside and plunged two thick fingers inside her without warning. Lia cried out, legs buckling. The stretch burned, but the pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. He curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb found her swollen clit. “Oh god—Ethan—” “That’s right. Say my name while I finger-fuck this virgin pussy.” He pumped harder, adding a third finger, stretching her. Lia’s books clattered to the floor. Her hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the building pressure.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

This was a woman who was a master cocksucker and she loved it and the power it gave her over men. Eva released my rigid cock from her wet mouth with a gentle “pop” and slid her tiny frame back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and folding her knees, and looking at me pleadingly asked, “Will you lick my clit please?” I dove right in, dropping to my knees and plunging my face into her soaking wet muff, wondering why she seemed to be begging for this most basic of sex acts, something I know men would pay good money to do to such a glorious love hole. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and then licked all around it, plunging two fingers in as I gently sucked her clit. Eva came with a sharp yel

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

He leaned over and picked it up, and slid his hand along the side of her underwear, along the crease of her thigh so that she sighed with pleasure and shifted as if to make him slip inside her. “Hello?” He said. Two of his fingers slipped between the warm, wet folds and she stifled a moan. He flicked the little mound that was hard with desire and she moaned out loud, catching herself too late. He grinned. “Tell her I’ll need to see that contract change before I can approve it. Send me the language.” A finger moved into her and she squeezed around it. With his thumb he circled her quivering clit, and let his fingers slide slowly in and out of her as she pulled on him to stay inside her, to mo