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she said in a hoarse whisper and started to suck on his neck. Damien could feel himself slowly losing control. This isn't good. She was high, and he was not. He should stop her. "Damien," Adeline took his hand and placed it under her shirt, urging him to grab her breast. "Fuck me. Please, Damien, I can't take it anymore. I'll be better than all of your hoes. You'll see. I want to be your only hoe. Don't you want me?" she pouted. "My body is burning. Do something, make me feel good," she croaked out.

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He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

She arched a brow urging Arielle the glass she offered. Arielle rolled her eyes and chugs down the wine. A foul smudge of wine dance on her lips. Arielle licks her lips with a notion of satisfaction of making Delilah look stupid worrying. "You could have drugged it. Besides just because you're still relevant doesn't mean you won't be expecting a lawsuit." Delilah drags the notion a little bit longer. Arielle leans a little bit close to Delilah to comfort. "Oh Delilah I wouldn't just drug you. You're too dangerous I'll poison you instead. And I'll make sure you live your last days on earth in pain." Arielle says finishing her glass, she reaches for the bottle to get seconds but Delilah beats

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WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Vincent sat only a few feet away in the chair, the phone held steady in his trembling hands, his own cock straining painfully against his pants as he filmed every slick inch of his best friend stretching his wife. “Turn over,” Hilton commanded, his voice low and rough with lust. He pulled out with a wet sound, leaving me empty and aching. I rolled onto my hands and knees without hesitation, pushing my ass high in the air, my back deeply arched like an offering. My heavy breasts hung beneath me, my nipples brushing teasingly against the sheets.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

he whispered in my ear. I felt it in my pussy, my husband hasn't ever gotten me this horny with Just words and a little touching. Before I could calm down, Josh’s hands spread over me like heatwaves, slick with oil, confident, greedy, claiming. His palms roamed my back again, down the curves of my ass, only now there was nothing careful about it. Every inch of me glistened. I felt like sin on a spa table. “Mrs Adams…” he breathed, like my name tasted dangerous.