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On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl" I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.

This one barely registered. He rolled off, breathing hard, and pulled me against his chest. “Love you,” he whispered. “Love you too.” I stared at the ceiling while he fell asleep. My pussy was still leaking a mix of both of them. I slid my hand down and touched myself slowly, remembering the exact shape of Mr. Grant’s cock. How it had forced me open. How he had held me down and told me that cunt was his now. I came quietly with my fingers, biting my lip so Derick wouldn’t wake up. It wasn’t enough. I already knew tomorrow I would stay late again. I needed the real thing.

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

It sprang out—thick, veined, the shaft curving slightly up, head flared wide and already leaking a bead of precum that I smeared over the tip with my thumb. "Fuck," I muttered, stroking from base to tip in long, firm pulls. The skin was hot, stretched tight over the ridges. Eight inches of meat that had ruined more women than I could count. I remembered the last assistant—Sarah, married, her wedding ring glinting under the desk lamp as she begged me to fill her on this very desk. I'd bent her over, spread her cheeks, and slammed in deep while she sobbed my name. Before her, Lisa—on her knees under the conference table during a call, swallowing my load while her husband texted her goodnight.

“Fuck…” He was hard almost instantly. Nothing about the quiet girl at the counter had prepared him for the content on her page. He freed his cock and started stroking, eyes locked on the screen. “Hmmm… yeah.” A new ad appeared at the top of the feed: Request a private video call with me. You don’t have to show your face. I just need to see your cock. He hesitated. There was no chance she would accept right now. Not while she was working. Unless the money was high enough.

“Doesn’t matter what he meant. Debt’s debt. And right now, you’re the payment, sweetheart.” My breathing turned shaky and fast. Jax’s thick fingers slipped under the hem of my tiny shorts, grazing the bare curve of my ass, then dipping between my cheeks to brush against my asshole. Marcus’s hand moved higher, his fingertips pressing right against the damp crotch of my shorts, rubbing slow circles over my swelling clit through the denim. I bit my lip to stop a whimper. “Come on,” Victor growled. “Garage. Now. Don’t want to wake your old man.”

Emma whimpered. Romero didn't respond. He turned her around and made her sit on his cock. Her huge boobs were now in his face. In this position, his cock stretched her deeper. He pinched her nipples. The burning pain mixed with dark pleasure made her eyes roll back. Romero groaned deeply as he sank inch after inch into her pussy. “So fucking tight… such a perfect little slut.” He fucked her with powerful upward strokes while reaching down to rub her clit. Emma’s moans turned into incoherent screams of ecstasy. The pain was intense, but it blended into the most overwhelming pleasure she had ever known.

He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing loudly. “Yes! I love it,” she sobbed. The confession spilled out of her. “I’ve wanted this for so long….wanted you to ruin me.” Ethan laughed darkly and sped up. “Then say it. Tell me what you are.” “I’m… I’m becoming your whore,” she gasped between thrusts. “Louder.” “I’m your whore!” she cried, voice breaking as another orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, squirting slightly onto the floor.

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

Wet sounds filled the quiet cabin. "You feel amazing," Seraphina moaned. Her hands gripped Isolde's hips. "I am. You’re mine now," Isolde whispered, grinding against her. "My sweet, innocent apprentice." The pressure built for both of them. Their juices mixed and coated their thighs. Isolde moved faster. The friction on Seraphina's clit made her whimper. She came first, shaking and pressing harder against Isolde. The orgasm spread through her body. Isolde followed soon after, moaning low and grinding through the pleasure.