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Cas’s hand fisted in Damien’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck, Damien… just like that.” Cas’s voice was wrecked. His free hand found mine, squeezing. “You see how he sucks me? So fucking good.” I couldn’t look away. Damien’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down Cas’s thick length. I leaned in, kissing Cas deeply while Damien worked him. “You two look incredible together.” Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. “Get over here, Mari. On my face.” I straddled his mouth eagerly, facing Damien. Cas’s tongue dove into me instantly, lapping at the mess of cum inside. “Oh—Cas!”

The cozy suburban home of your best friend Mark is quiet midday, since Mark and his dad Tyson are out visiting old friends at a gay bar and staying there for a few days to catch up. You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole.*

Victor pulled her into the huge shower and washed her gently, his hands surprisingly tender as he cleaned his own seed from her body. As the hot water cascaded over them, Lena looked up at him, voice small and honest. “I… I shouldn’t want this. I’m married. This is wrong.” Victor tilted her chin up, eyes intense. “Your body doesn’t lie, Lena. You came harder today than you ever have with him. You’re starting to crave it. Crave being owned. Crave a man who actually knows how to fuck you properly.” Lena bit her lip, unable to deny it. The shame was still there, sharp and painful, but it was being drowned out by something far more dangerous , raw, addictive pleasure.

​She hit the search button, half hoping to find hidden scientific articles, government conspiracies, or at least news about a rare genetic disorder that caused sufferers to grow excessive hair and howl at the full moon. ​However, her search results were instead flooded with rows of digital book covers featuring shirtless, muscular men and fragile-looking women under the moonlight. ​They all pointed to links for online romance novels. ​Nichole scrolled down her screen, reading the titles inwardly with her eyebrows knitting closer together. ​"Bride for the Alpha" ​"The Wolf CEO's Human Mate" ​"Rejected by the Cruel Alpha" ​"Entangled in the Possessive Lycan's Forbidden Love"

Now that Asher is the director, I wonder what would happen next, would my straight-randomly likes to kiss my boss- secretary lay on the same bed with me–? My thoughts come to a scrambling halt when Asher does in fact, get into bed with me. I can’t believe this. This can’t possibly be happening. He’s straight. Yes, we’ve kissed three times, but getting into bed with me? Maybe this is Carson directed. Pinching my eyes together for a few seconds, and when I open them, my secretary would be on the other side of the room. Gah! His body heat rolling off him, his smell messing with my head, all of it– is still here!

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 have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

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my voice hoarse from screaming. “Liam….Daddy……hmmmm…I’m gonna…..ahh….” “Do it. Milk my cock. Squirt all over Daddy’s Christmas lights.” I explode, pussy clamping like a vice, squirting so hard it splaIs the floor, the desk, his thighs. The lights short-circuit with a pop, sparks flying. He roars, slamming deep, pumping the condom full of thick, hot ropes. I feel every pulse, every throb, until we’re both shaking.