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And sometimes he even managed to grab a bite before the pain came. Sometimes. His huge paws made no sound on the soft sand as he crept around his victim. He wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted or the pain came, sending him twitching to the ground. He wouldn't stop until his hunger was satisfied. His narrow skull with the horn-like bony outgrowths on the back of his head was dark as the shadows of the night, just like his watchful eyes. The black color ran from the head over the chest down to the stomach and then gradually turned into the orange-red, long fur, which in the neon lights of the arena looked dull and unkempt. And yet, he was one of the most fascinating creatures that our

The bite burned like liquid fire, but beneath the pain, she could feel a forbidden sense of pleasure blooming through her body. Her nipples hardened instantly against his chest. Wet heat flooded her pussy, soaking her shorts as his venom spread through her veins. Seven’s cock surged to full hardness, thick and veined, pressing insistently against her thigh, desperately searching for a way in. He held her tighter, one massive hand sliding down to her pussy. “You seem so wet for me already, human. Tell me how much you want me inside you.” She didn't respond. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, gripping him tight.

"Nice, son. That's a lot like my experiences. I too had my first sexual experience with a man. In my case, it was one of my teachers, a young man, married. His wife and son were out of town and he was painting the apartment. It was fall, but still hot. He asked for my help. On the first day, he was in loose athletic shorts and as he went up the ladder, I noticed that he had no underwear. He saw me look and said, 'it's too hot for undies. You should take yours off too.' I went to go to the room, and he stopped me. 'It's just us guys, like the locker room, change here.' I did and I noticed him watching me carefully. I was sure his penis got a little hard too. "We took a break later and I notic

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Nora’s cry was trapped against his hand. He fucked her standing, chest pressed to her back, one hand still sealed over her mouth, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. Every thrust drove her forward into the shelves; older volumes shifted and thudded softly. The wet slap of his cock driving into her soaked cunt filled the narrow aisle. He kept the pace hard and deep, the thick length stretching her open on every stroke. Spit and her own wetness ran down the insides of her thighs. “Look at you,” he growled against her ear, voice rough. “Bent over the stacks with your librarian’s cock buried in this greedy cunt. Taking every fucking inch while the rest of the building is dark.”

This was Dante Moretti, and after the stunt I pulled downstairs, there was a huge chance the boxes contained my worst nightmare. Regardless, I dragged them inside, making a mental note to take another shower to wash off the fine beads of perspiration coating my skin. Whispering a quick prayer to whoever cared to listen, I picked up my face blade and opened up the first box. My breath caught in my throat. Before me were rows and columns of carefully arranged books, most of the covers bearing sweaty, half-naked men and women in different stages of copulation, and the ones that didn’t had dark covers with obscure details that were covert yet somehow let you know exactly what the book was about.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

“I’ve been hard for the last hour just thinking about your voice. How are you, baby? Tell me you’re as ready as I am.” A slow smile spread across my lips as I kicked off my slippers and climbed onto the big king-sized bed. I was wearing nothing but an oversized soft gray t-shirt that barely reached the top of my ass and a pair of black lace panties that were already damp from hours of teasing myself with thoughts of him. “Horny,” I admitted without a trace of shame, just raw honesty. “I’ve been wet since we set this time earlier. My panties are soaked, Bryan. Tell me you’re alone and ready.”