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Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

She asks squeezing his surprisingly solid member. "This is stupid." He says defensively. How can he tell his wife who his ultimate fantasy would be? She'd never understand. "Who would you like to see kneeling naked between your legs, feeding your hard cock into her mouth?" Jennifer knows he's thinking about someone specific because of the unconscious reaction in his cock. Her book mentioned that most men won't admit their fantasy fucks to their wives without considerable prodding and reassurances of acceptance.

he said blankly. Just then, the girl who was inside his car came out. She was almost naked. Wasn't she cold? It felt like I could die any moment from the cold and here she was, technically naked. And he called me a whore... "Baby, who is she?" she faked smiling at me. She was tall, probably 6ft, and she also had hills on. "She is no one, no one you need to know," Jack told her. That hurts. "You can go now, I don't want you here." he gritted out at me.

“But I hate the fact that Oliver Haywood had married her instead of my someone else that is popular in the Elite world” “Me too, she might be an Armstrong, but who knows if she is an illegitimate child that was born out of wedlock” “I which she had a social media account I would have gown to her account and dragged the hell out of her for daring to get married to our cold heart Prince Charming” “I prefer that he is single” one Siss with a graying emoji “Yes me too, that way we could continue watching how all the ladies in the upper and lower society keeps fighting over him”

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

It was hope, real and strong and heartbreaking. "What if—" I started, then stopped. How could I ask a five-year-old what she'd do if her dad never showed up? But Emma seemed to get it anyway. "He will," she said, totally confident. "Maybe-daddies always find their little girls. It's, like, a rule." I spent breakfast watching Emma talk about her chats with her maybe-daddy, making up stories about him teaching her to ride a bike, helping with homework, and taking her to the zoo. She'd built a whole fantasy relationship, so real and loving it beat any real one.

Her body tangled with mine until the night dissolved in heat and alcohol. I shut my eyes, cursing under my breath. In six days was my wedding day. Cassandra Harrington. The heiress. The contract bride my parents were shoving down my throat. By now the press was probably setting up their cameras, waiting for the photos of the smiling billionaire groom soon. And here I was. Naked in a hotel room with a stranger. I turned my head slightly, my temples pounding. She was still asleep, her face turned away, black hair spilling across the pillow like silk.

I spread my legs wider, my rubbing pace increasing with increased tension and stomach tightening feeling. “Yes Mummy,” the younger lady cried as the cougar pulled her waist in, sinking her clit once more in between. I moaned loudly, my nipples aching from all the pinching and rubbing I gave them. I wanted this so badly. To be loved by a woman. Fucked so much that I can barely get enough. I continued rubbing and rolling my clit more and more. Matching their pace. Then the older woman pushed her finger into the younger lady’s tight pussy while her tongue went over her clit together.

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