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He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

“What’s the direction to your house?” “Left.” I gave him directions, my heart still hammering. We were close to my apartment now. He pulled up by the curb but didn’t unlock the door of the car yet. “So you’re really not gonna tell me?” “Tell you what?” “What kind of p**n it was.” he smirked. I sighed. “It was hardcore.” “Bullshit,” he said, laughing under his breath. “What?” “Nobody starts out with hardcore p**n. I’ve seen enough to know. You don’t sound like a newbie, Lena. But I’m not judging. I actually think it’s hot you’re into that kind of stuff.” He glanced at me. “Especially in my car.”

Hardin's fists flew at the punching bag, his muscles flexing with each powerful strike. Sweat dripped from his brow, and his breathing was steady and focused. He was in his element, lost in the physicality of his training. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Snake walked in. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight of Hardin's bare torso, his muscles rippling with each punch. She froze, her gaze fixed on him like a deer caught in headlights.

I screamed as he continued to pound himself into me, breaking my body down bit by bit. He gripped onto my hips as he pulled all the way out of me just to pull my hips back down, forcing himself back into me. His dick is huge. He continued thrusting into me at a hard, fast pace allowing me to already feel the soreness between my legs. "Shiiittttt" I screamed as I tightly gripped onto the bed frame, giving me something to hold onto. The tightening feeling in my stomach started to come again causing the the amount of pressure I was receiving to become amplified.

The wild mixture of pain, thrill, ecstasy and pleasure had started making him go crazy and that is why, here we were, trying out every new position that g****e could conjure. In theory, it was weird but when Kyler set up his phone and g****e images popped up after his lewd search results, the road from there had turned every image into practice and one of the best experiences of s*xual gratification between two hardcore workaholics. It was way better than angry s*x and believe me, that was saying something. “Please,” Kyler whimpered as I smashed my hips down and suddenly fastened my pace after torturing him with slow, burning strokes for a long time.

“What does that mean?” “There were these guys my age in the group, we got close. One of them was the boss’s son. We started smoking weed every now and then, hanging out when we weren’t working. This one night, they managed to score some speed. It made them real fucking chatty. We’re in the middle of a game of pool and they start bragging about this old lady they’d raped in Hudson Park.” His fingers clenched, fisting against the messy sheets. Wide eyes darted up to meet his, her hand smacking against her parted lips. “No.”

Their cocks stayed hard in their hands as they stroked themselves slowly. “She’s so tight,” Tyler said through gritted teeth. Lena reached out and wrapped a hand around Jordan’s cock while Tyler kept thrusting. She stroked him in time with the pace. Marcus stepped closer so she could reach him too. Her other hand closed around his shaft. After several minutes Tyler pulled out. Jordan took his place. He slid into her with a groan. His rhythm was faster. Lena’s breasts bounced with each thrust. She kept stroking the other two men. Marcus leaned down and pinched one of her nipples. Lena gasped and pushed her hips up to meet Jordan’s thrusts.

Each stroke was hard and urgent. The old floorboards creaked loudly under them. Mira’s breasts bounced between their bodies with every slam of his hips. Her soft pale flesh jiggled against his hard, muscular chest. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy filled the attic. Malik’s heavy balls slapped against her ass on every thrust. Sweat dripped from his body onto her breasts and stomach. Mira clawed at his broad back. Her nails dug into his dark skin, leaving red lines. She moaned into his shoulder, trying to stay quiet.

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Hardin suggested unbuttoning the top button of his dress shirt. "Noooooo! I'm not going home. I know I'm going to find my bosses at it growling and moaning 'harder Tiger'- 'you like it loverboy' and there's no way I want to hear that while I'm still a virgin. I am sexually frustrated and I am horny around them. I am getting laid tonight. I have no panties on. I am commando. Bare!" I laughed again as she tried to imitate Hardin's grunts and my own growls during sex. She giggled.