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This plan wasn't ideal, and the truth was that I didn't know what I was signing up for, but the thought of Emma winning sickened me to my core. Mr. Linden-Hawthorne put his fingertips together and stared at me for a long time, long enough for me to want to change my mind and walk right out of this office again like a lunatic. But I raised my chin and stared right back at him, almost daring him to say something else inappropriate. Why should I feel ashamed for this alone? He sexted me back, too. And he knew who I was. Maybe that was what made what I was doing so dangerous.

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“Tell him you’re working late… while my husband fingers his cum back into his assistant.” I moaned softly, my hips rocking against Alexander’s hand as I typed a shaky reply. **Me: Still here. Big project deadline. Don’t wait up. Love you.** The second I hit send, Alexander curled his fingers harder against my g-spot, making me gasp. Sophia smiled and leaned in to kiss me deeply, her tongue sliding against mine while her husband fingered me on the couch in his executive office. “Good girl,” Alexander praised, adding a third finger and stretching me open. “Lying to your boyfriend while you’re full of your boss’s cum and kissing his wife.”

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

I closed my eyes, pulling my hand out from between my legs. My fingers were coated in my silken desire, long strings of it running between them and along my knuckles. I felt like I was falling from a great height, my stomach plummeting to Earth as my pulse rushed in my ears. I couldn’t look at him. “Were you touching yourself… in my office?” he asked. I nodded, still refusing to open my eyes. “Y-yes.” I heard him pick up my phone. Oh, shit. “You were sexting your boyfriend while you were supposed to be working?”

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The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

Roth noticing he had placed his hand on Tristan's Thigh for long quickly removed it, " There will be a new development from today henceforth, I will adding a new spice to the segment" "What will that be?" Tristan asked, feeling the coldness, the moment Roth took his hand off his Thigh, he never knew his booth was this cold, Roth's touch had quickened his senses, raised his temperature higher than usual, not to talk about the twitching he was feeling in his pant. "I will be reading some intense erotic stories for those of my listeners who had always dreamt about me bringing them to orgasms, I will help them experience it" Roth said, giving Tristan's his breathtaking smile, as he walked out of

“I don’t need a visual of you shaking your dick in some poor girl’s face.” He laughs. “You should try it.” “No way would he do it,” Quinton says from the chair, his attention focused on the hockey game. “More like no way would you do it,” I shoot back, giving him a pointed look. “Hey, the ladies like their dark men thick,” he says, rubbing his hand over his not-that-thick belly. “Trust me, I don’t need to dance at bachelorette parties to get the goods.” “You’re both pathetic,” I say. “I would have thought that our days of university were behind"

“You like it like this?” “Yes, harder,” I gasped. He pinched, sending sparks straight down my body. “God, you’re sexy when you beg.” I bit his lip, grinding against his thigh, the awkward angle only fueling the heat. “Brad, you’re driving me insane.” “Tell me what you want. Your fantasies.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “Somewhere risky. Like… the hospital stairwell. You pinning me to the wall and kissing me so hard I forget where I am.”