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“Maybe later.” “Later,” he agreed. His hand kept going. The plane hit another rough patch and the cabin lights flickered. In that half-second of darkness his fingers reached the edge of my underwear. He didn’t ask. He just pushed the fabric aside and found me already wet. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re soaked.” I turned my head toward him. “Don’t stop.” He didn’t. Two fingers slid between my folds, slow, testing. I was dripping onto his hand. He rubbed my clit once, then twice, and my hips jerked against the seat. The blanket stayed in place. No one looked our way.

“Can’t wait anymore.” Clara lifted up, reached back, and sank down onto him in one smooth motion. He filled her completely. She gasped at the stretch still sore from the night before, but the ache made it hotter. She started riding him, slow at first, eyes never leaving the screens. The couple on the feed came together, loud and messy. Clara’s pussy clenched around Julian’s cock. He gripped her hips and thrust up hard. “Fuck yourself on me while you watch.” She did, moving faster.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

They slipped on transparent plastic aprons. “On your stomach first,” Freya commanded softly. They slowly peeled my leggings and panties down my thick thighs, exposing my smooth, plump ass and already-wet pussy. “Fuck, look at this perfect ass,” Jess moaned, spreading my cheeks wide. “Completely waxed and ready.” Freya ran her bare fingers over my tight pink hole. “So pretty… and already twitching. Have you been watching naughty videos, thinking about women playing with your holes?” I moaned loudly as Freya pushed one slick finger deep into my ass. “Oh god… Doctor!”

I was trembling, breathing ragged, my sore pussy dripping onto his expensive pants. Then his phone buzzed. He checked it, smiled darkly, and pushed me off his lap. “Stand up. Wetness check. Right now.” I stood on shaky legs, turned to face him, and spread my thighs. Reaching down with both hands, I pulled my puffy, dark pussy lips apart, exposing my glistening, abused hole to him. The cool air made me shiver. Mr. Sinclair leaned forward, studying me closely. “Look at that pretty black cunt,” he murmured. “Still red. Still leaking. Take a photo and send it to me.”

His mouth found one nipple, sucking with brutal precision while his fingers slid inside her, thick, curling deep, his thumb brushing her clit in circles that made her spine curve and her thighs shake. “Say my name,” he commanded. “Jammy—fuck—” “Again.” He drove a third finger inside her, stretching her, filling her. She was drenched, his hand soaked, her core tightening around him as if her body already knew he wasn’t human. He pumped deeper, watching her come undone with wild eyes and parted lips. “Say it like you mean it.” “Jammy!” she cried, climax tearing through her in waves. He held her as she trembled, but there was no mercy in him. Only hunger. Lustre’s nails dug into his shoulders,

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.

Her pussy throbbing. Romero pulled his thick cock out. It was already rock hard and massive. He slapped it across her face a few times. “Suck your boss’s cock like the freaky little slut you are." Emma opened her mouth and took Romero in her mouth. She gagged as he fucked her face. He filled her whole mouth. She loved every second of it. Her hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing her soaked pussy through her panties. Romero noticed and smiled. “Such a perfect little slut. Where have you been all my life? Nobody has been freaky with me this way?"

SYDNEY “Smell it first. Feel it.” Matthew rasped, his voice thick with lust. I dragged my nose slowly along the thick, heavy shaft. Mmm. Good God! The rich, musky, warm smell hit me hard, like a freight train, making my mouth water instantly. The scent was so manly and strong, nothing like that of Tom's. I breathed it in again, deeper this time, letting the scent fill my head and make my pussy throb.