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He came with a cry, his cum spilling hot and thick across my hand and his stomach. I pulled out, my cock slick and slimmy, and looked at my three omegas. They were spread across the bed, panting, marked, filled with my seed. But I wasn't done. "Together," I said. "I want you all together." I positioned Noah on his back, his legs spread. I positioned Liam between his legs, his cock pressing against Noah's entrance. I positioned Ethan on top of Liam, his hole hovering over Liam's cock. And then I positioned myself behind Ethan, my cock pressing against his entrance.

Seth quietly laughs. Seth teases Kaine by rubbing the tip of his hard rod against Kaine's opening. slowly pushing it into him Kaine yells "OH Fuck!" Seth puts his hand on top of Kaine's mouth "Kaine you have to be quiet" Kaine nods agreeing and Seth removes his hand pulling Kaine close and kissing him. As Kaine lies on his back with his legs around Seth's waist he softly moans, the feeling of Seth's manhood tearing his hole was amazing. Seth plants his face into Kaine's neck breathing his captivating sent, Seth loved how Kaine smells.

“Yes—give it to me—” He reached around again and rubbed my clit faster, chasing a second orgasm out of me while he kept pounding into me from behind. I came again with a broken cry, walls fluttering and squeezing around his cock. The way I clenched must have pushed him over the edge because his rhythm turned erratic and a deep, guttural sound left his throat. “Fuck—I’m going to cum…” “Inside,” I gasped. “Cum inside me, Kai—”

"God, Daniel, I want you so bad." A dark, satisfied smirk spread across his face, one that made my stomach do a complete flip. He didn't move away. Instead, he reached down, his large, warm hand sliding right under the hem of my denim skirt. I gasped as his fingers found exactly what they were looking for. Since I wasn't wearing any panties, there was no barrier. He slid two fingers deep into my soaking wet pussy, moving them in a slow, agonizing circle that made my knees buckle. I leaned my forehead against his chest, whimpering as he pulled his hand back out. He brought his glistening fingers right up to his own mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he licked my pussy juice off them .

The locker room had become a prison of steam, sweat, and unrelenting lust. Alex could barely stand after the shower marathon, his legs shaking violently as residual cum continued to trickle down his inner thighs despite the water. His hole felt ruined—puffy, sore, and strangely empty now that Jax had finally pulled out. Every breath sent a throb through his overstimulated body, his prostate hypersensitive from the repeated poundings. The hot water had long since washed away most of the visible evidence, but the deep ache inside him remained, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he had been claimed.

Eric's grin grew. We were slow to part and talked for a while...it was just the right time and place for conversation. Once we finished our goodbyes and she drove away, we talked further. Eric, decidedly gay, felt his familiarity and affection for Laura made the "orgies" possible; and it was unlikely to ever happen with any other women. He said, "It's helped solidify where I'm at, sexually...I'm gay! What I mean is...I was struck with our differences...differences between you and me." "What do you mean?"

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

I was a mess of tangled limbs and satin ears, my body jolting with every strike. "God, he’s tight," Choi grunted, his pace quickening. I was lost in it. The shame was there, but it was gradually being replaced by the pleasure I was feeling from him hitting the right spot. Despite being gay for the longest time, I had never had sex with anyone and though I would often touch myself while thinking about Ryker, my fingers couldn't do as much as an actual cock. I found myself arching my back, my own hands reaching up to grip my ears as I chased the sensation. I wanted more. I wanted Ryker to touch me too, but he stayed just out of reach, a silent witness to my corruption.

“Please, Father… I can’t…” “You will,” he grunted. His rhythm became erratic, desperate. “Now. Come for me, sinner. Show me your corruption is complete.” The orgasm exploded, a convulsive, mind-wiping wave that clenched around his invading cock, milking him, making him groan. I felt him pulse inside me, his own release hot and deep as he emptied himself into my welcoming, sinful depths. He thrust through his climax, breeding me with his seed in the most forbidden of places.

“But you know what I like best!? He adds, trying to sound sexy And I knew, I knew very very well. So I look at him and ask, “Do you feel like it?” He nods like he wants it. And so, I kneel. While the TV keeps blasting sports commentary behind me... He smiles. Like a victorious privileged piece of cheating, lying shit. And I give it to him...I don't know if that's what it's called in all languages, but it's a hand job and a few rubs with my tits. I have prosperous breasts that I would like to offer to much more masculine gifted men who know how to pleasure and satisfy women. But now, the fact is that I find myself having to rub Giovanni's little penis for a long time, you get it, it is small