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Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

I hated how much I wanted him. And I hated even more that the words were clawing up my throat. “Please…” I finally breathed, the word barely audible, cracked and desperate. His grip on my throat tightened fractionally—not choking, just reminding me who held control. “Louder.” I closed my eyes, humiliation and needing to crash together. “Please… let me cum,” I said, voice shaking. “Please, Aaron.” A low, satisfied growl rumbled from his chest. “Good girl.” And then he finally gave me what I’d been begging for—hard, deep, relentless—driving into that exact spot over and over until the world shattered around me.

I sat on the couch while my cunt faced Gabrielle, she got on her knees and crouched over me, parting my thighs and arching my legs, and taking her head to her crotch, she placed her mouth on my pussy. Aiden went behind her horney butt and placed his palm in between her thighs, he slid his hand through her wet pussy as she twitched with delight. He lowered his head to her lower butt and stuck out a finger pushing it all through into her pussy lips making her squall into my pussy that she had in her mouth.

My pulse hammered in my ears as I flipped it open near the middle while my eyes scanned the elegant handwriting across the pages. "She is just twenty, shy, innocent the type of girl who smiles so innocently when someone looks at her tits for so long. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her tight throat until she gags and drools, spit running down her chin. I want to watch her pussy stretch around me while she cries and calls me daddy, begging me to pump her full of cum until her belly swells with my baby and everyone knows who owns that cunt of hers." Heat rushed straight to my face, then dri

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

Desperate moans spilled from her lips, echoing through the room as her eyes squeezed shut and she gave in to the overwhelming pleasure, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly with every stroke. He pressed her knees harder against her trembling body, folding her nearly in half in the mating press while he pounded into her relentlessly from above. “Fuck, this feels just as incredible as it did back then,” Leroy said with a smug, triumphant grin. “Nelly, your cheating, cock-hungry cunt is the best pussy I’ve ever had.” Nelly’s moans grew louder, her fingers clawing into the cushion beneath her as her mind spun out of control. ‘I’m… I’m starting to remember every inch of it…’ she screamed internally.

Chapter 10: Cowgirl Ruin The hallway is a blur of raw sensation, the very air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Her cries have dissolved into raw noise, her body a trembling, pliant form against him. He watches her head loll back, her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her temples, her face a mask of shattered will and desperate pleasure. He’s deep inside her, still pounding, each thrust a brutal confirmation of his dominance, of her utter, complete surrender. The wet slap of their skin is a relentless rhythm, echoing in the narrow space, a testament to their transgression.