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Her short nails clawing his wrist like a vicious tigress. "She is a wild cat. Help me, fucker." The shorter one snarled near her ear. Tears cascading down as if someone had switch on the button of her misery. The fat one came down hastily and attempted to grab her lower limbs when she kicked his jaw and the man stumbled back few steps and land straight on his butt.

My hand begins to move the glass dildo faster and harder, ensuring it twists each time it comes out. I am struggling to keep going, my own pleasure building up. Jackson is pounding faster and harder; my screams are getting louder. Roxy moves, placing her hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. Jackson moves and grabs something from next to the bed. I watch as he throws it at Roxy, she slides the ball into my mouth, her hand grasping my breasts, my screams muffled by the gag. I continue moving the dildo inside Roxy.

It caused her chest to painfully constrict, the hammering organ pushing against her ribs as if wanting to escape. She could understand its predicament as she tried not to think of the hell she was expecting to endure in the next hour. She had read about this and heard the women in Madame Venus’ kitchen talk about it. Sex. They gave her all sorts of advice, only to be silenced by a ‘shh!’ from one of them a short later on. She had gotten pale because of the terror their detailed descriptions brought her. The end advice was to tell her to look at them. See them.

The other students began packing up and I watched as they left till once again, I was the only one that remained in the room. Her scent made its way to me before I saw her. Vixen stood right in front of me with a cocky smile plastered on her face. She looked extra beautiful today. She had her hair pulled up into a neat bun and she wore a tight fitted gown that showed of those delicious curves on her. I would be lying if I said that after that incident I had not fantasized about her at least twenty times. I imagined sucking that sweet knob between her legs till she came over my face over and over again. I imagined fingering her till she she couldn't take it any more and she would desperately

"She's a ghost. And you dragged a ghost into our house." The table was quiet. Felt the weight of it. Five pairs of eyes doing math. Varek's hands tightened on the back of the chair. The leather creaked. "She's my wife," Varek said. "My blood covers her. That's all this table needs." "Is it?" Syris smiled again. "Because what I hear from Sector Four is that you bought a girl to cover a debt. That she's not a wife. She's a prop." He looked at me. "No offense."

Victor didn't try to cover himself; he arched his back, offering more, his skin flushed a deep, feverish red. Alex didn't waste time. He snapped the waistband of Victor’s trousers, stripping him bare until he lay exposed and trembling under the dim glow of the chandelier. Alex drew out the riding crop, let the leather tendrils—braided into the shape of a dark rose at the tip—dangle just inches above Victor’s skin. He brushed the leather against Victor’s nipples.

Serena. Her image filled the screen—serene yet magnetic. She stood beside Wes, speaking softly, her smile effortless. The way they looked at each other—the familiarity in their body language—made them seem almost like lovers. Alexander’s grip on the mouse tightened. For reasons he couldn’t quite name, his throat felt dry. He exited the video and opened T*****r, scrolling through the trending topics until he saw her name glowing in bold at the top. He exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening.

he asked, lieing down on her. _No… This is my first time… _Then I’ll be gentle with you. Lisa loved feeling the stranger’s hot, powerful body against hers. It was so pleasant, and so forbidden… For a moment, she wondered what her mother and friends would think if they saw her offering her body to a stranger, and that thought excited her even more… She spread her legs to offer him her little pussy… She then felt his large, powerful sex rub against her moist, virgin slit. Then he slowly entered her, his erect penis parting the wet walls of her soft sheath…

"My fiancé is back. We might be meeting up tonight. How am I meant to meet up with him if my breath stinks of garlic?" Finn walked over and eagerly asked, "Didn't you say there was no chance after he found out you aren't a virgin?" I raised my head up high in a confident manner. "I'm that charming. With a curl of my fingers, he is hooked. Success requires effort." "Rich and powerful families are dangerous. Isn't it nice to just live an average and peaceful life?" I looked down at my phone and ignored Finn. After hovering around me for another minute, he returned to the kitchen.

When Pietro and security finally broke down the door, they found Alexander fevered and furious, a bleeding gash down his arm—and the woman, untouched, bound and gagged on the couch. Tests confirmed she had used a high-concentration aphrodisiac. The kind of chemical that could turn even the most steadfast men into animals. Alexander, however, hadn’t laid a single finger on her. Pietro remembered thinking then: if Alexander couldn’t be compromised by that, could he be compromised at all? And yet here was Hugo, animatedly recounting tales of a love-struck Alexander—jealous, obsessive, infatuated. “I also heard Victoria's back,” Pietro mused, letting the thought hang.