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Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

I could not take it anymore. The heat between my legs had become unbearable, a steady throb that matched the frantic beat of my heart. My shorts were drenched, the cotton clinging to every swollen fold, my clit pulsing angrily against the soaked fabric. Every video pushed me closer to the edge, but the barrier of clothing only made the ache sharper, more desperate. I needed more. I needed direct touch. I needed release.

Lara slid her hand down beneath the waistband of her shorts. The first touch was tentative, testing. A slow rub that had her breathing out a shaky sigh. The danger of it, the proximity of her roommate only a few feet away, made her pulse throb harder. She pushed deeper, fingers finding slickness, circling her clit in lazy strokes.

, he whispers in her ear and she trembles. My hand then slides her shorts down and taking that laptop aside I open my clothes and throw them away. Ema leans backward and gets on her elbow as I move downward and give me access to her bosom which was dying for my attention. I smirk seeing the urgency of her body and playing with them, teasing her and making her moan and groan.

All three of the guys watched us and fixed themselves through their shorts. I sucked on my lip, trying to hold back my moans. She pinched my nipple roughly between her fingers. I moaned loudly, throwing my head back. My legs trembled, and I tightened around her fingers. She flicked my nipple gently with her finger, and my body jerked up as I released around her. After smirking up at me, she hopped off of the bed. “We’re not finished yet.” She pulled a vibrator from her closet and walked back to the bed, her breasts bouncing slightly.

A fire crackled in the grate, and the tools of pleasure were arranged on a dark wood table like sacred instruments: polished phalluses of glass and ivory, coils of soft rope, feathers, and a small, elegant whip of braided black leather with a handle of obsidian. “Undress,” Elara commanded, her tone leaving no room for debate. With trembling fingers, Clara obeyed, letting the muslin pool at her feet. She stood shivering, arms crossed over her small, perfect breasts, her gaze fixed on the intricate Persian rug. “Look at me, Clara.” Elara’s own dress slipped from her shoulders, a puddle of rich color on the floor. She was a vision of carnal knowledge, her body a map of sensitive points and earn

"Late show again. I pick the movie." His eyes darkened with interest. "Yeah? What you got in mind, Ari?" I showed him my phone, the listing for a hardcore erotica film—explicit, no holding back, the kind with intense scenes that would make anyone blush. "This one. On purpose." He laughed low, pulling me on top of him. "You're turning into a little freak. I love it. Let's go."

The kind of stare that said I know exactly what I’m about to do to you. She backed into the edge of the mattress, sat down, then leaned back, propped on her elbows. “Take these off,” he said, tugging at her shorts. She did. No teasing, just off. No underwear either. His gaze darkened. “Fuck, Emma,” he muttered, kneeling between her legs. “You’re already soaked.”

The shame hit right after orgasm but the money in my account overshadowed any guilt I felt at that moment. I streamed three more times that week. Each one grew and by the fourth night, I had low lights and my favorite toy slick with lube on the nightstand and Regular47 was there every time, tipping bigger and typing what I craved to hear. “Spread wider for me, Velvet. Let me see that pretty cunt drip.” And I obeyed, knees falling onto the sheets and the camera angled so they could watch my finger glide through my folds. I was soaked, and the wet sounds filled the quiet room. My clit throbbed under my thumb while I pushed two fingers inside curling them to my satisfaction.

My shorts are almost like panties, there is no need to take it off, so I spread my legs on the bed and I watch as he watches me. The room feels hotter than summer and is thick with lust, the tension is so palpable that I know I would taste it if I stick out my tongue. Slowly I move the stretchy short fabric to the side and bare my cunt to the air and for both of us, Rocky's breath audibly stutters as he watches me touch myself slightly.