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Lainey nodded and gave an affirmation around my thick rod. She moaned as I rubbed the spit dribbling down her jaw into her skin. “You want us to make you the team’s personal fuck toy, Lainey? You’ll be a good little girl and be a hole for everyone to fuck.” “I love this pussy, Lainey,” Hayden grunted as he fucked her. “I really do.” He smacked her ass so hard the sound echoed in the room.

I asked him one night while we caught our breath after he bent me over a canvas and fucked me from behind until I screamed. “Rumors are just noise,” he muttered, kissing my neck. “You’re my best work, Sienna. Stay with me in this.” Still, the unease grew even as I craved more of him. The sex was addictive, raw and consuming. He’d eat my pussy for hours sometimes, tongue fucking me deep while I gripped his hair and rode his face, then flip me and take my ass slow and filthy until I begged for his load. Every encounter blurred the lines more, art and lust twisting together until I couldn’t tell which fed which.

Father Damien finally pulled the thick red candle out almost completely, admiring the messy sight of her ruined hole. The thick red shaft glistened obscenely, coated in her creamy arousal . Her pussy gaped slightly, puffy and twitching, slick juices slowly dripping from the stretched opening. Without a word he set the candle aside on the bedside table and lowered his head between her trembling thighs. Amelia gasped as she felt his hot breath fan over her sensitive, abused cunt. “Look at this filthy mess,” he growled, his voice thick with hunger. “Your creamy juices all over your greedy little hole. Such a sinful sight for a man of God.”

I descend the stairs leading to the rotunda, and each step echoes in my chest like a heartbeat. The rotunda is different tonight. No members, no circle. Only Adrien and Lena. Candles everywhere, like the first time. Incense burning, thick, intoxicating. The altar covered in black, not red. The black of absence, of death, of rebirth. "Come," Adrien says. He stands near the altar. He wears a simple black tunic, open on his chest. His scars shine in the candlelight. His face is grave, without play, without provocation. Like the first time.

His fingers trail along her spine, teasing, commanding. Then—smack. He spanks her ass, the sharp sound echoing like a thunderclap in the air. Amanda gasps, her entire body jolting. Her legs tremble violently, barely able to hold her up. She’s still trying to recover from the brutal orgasm, her thighs shaking, her heart thundering in her chest. But Adrian doesn’t give her the chance. He presses forward, positioning himself behind her, eyes devouring the way her backside is perfectly arched, waiting, glistening, trembling.

Of course I didn't tell her how many times she did. Eva on the other hand would not stop crying and when she eventually did, she started screaming about how much she hated men which was quite funny, considering the fact that she just said she was heartbroken. Eventually they both fell asleep, after much tussle and hassle, I asked Hannah to change Adeline’s clothing. “What are you thinking about so much? Your girlfriend is siding with your demonic cousin.” Ric said, I raised my eyebrows “He’s not my boyfriend, Ric.” Adeline says while Denola snorted.

She found herself tracing the lines of his biceps, marveling at the raw power that lay beneath his skin. As they locked eyes, Aqua felt a surge of electricity pass between them, the intensity of their connection almost tangible. And in that moment, she knew she couldn't resist any longer. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his, savoring the taste of him against her mouth. Damon responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her closer. Aqua's hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of his body as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. But as their kiss deepened,Aqua's mind began to wander. In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running

She moaned again and bucked her hips faster against his mouth. “Ahhhh Alistair .... I’m gonna.... shit... don’t stop.” He latched his lips around her clit and sucked harder, making her moan louder. The taste of her was like an drug. He already knew he was getting addicted. He slowly pushed his fingers back inside her, and when he found a particular spot that made her whimper ... he started stroking it harder. Sera’s throat was getting hoarse from moaning loudly as she swiveled her hips harder against his mouth.

Daniels announced. His warm brown eyes were filled with pity from the moment he laid eyes on them. He can't be blamed though, their circumstances were to be pitied. Her only hope is that the lady of the house, Mrs. Lillian Rivera would also pity them. They passed through the long hallways and received suffocating stares from the surrounding workers The only thing that helped calm Arya down a little bit, was the lovely paintings on the wall that were supposedly made by the second son of the Rivera family, a man who most of the servants -including Arya- had never met.

Her fingernails had turned into claws and were digging deep into his back, while her hips slammed into him with unrestrained need. He felt her body tremble at each impact and her interior muscles start to clamp more tightly around his cock, an indication that she was close. “Yes, baby!” he encouraged her. The red tint in her eyes was more pronounced now and behind her parted lips he saw her fangs descend to their full length. Fascinated by the alluring sight, he growled like a beast and lowered his head, tilting it to the side to offer her his neck. Isabella’s breath hitched.