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“This pussy. These tits. All of it.” I nodded, beyond words. Third orgasm hit harder. My body locked. I dug my nails into his shoulders and came around his cock in long pulses. He groaned and followed, burying himself deep and flooding me. Hot. Thick. Until I felt it leaking out around him. We stayed joined, breathing hard. He pulled out slow. Cum dripped down my thigh. Afterward, neither of us moved for a long moment. The linens smelled like wax and dust and him.

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

“That’s enough for now.” The first strike was light, more a tap than anything else. Teasing. The next was firmer, not cruel—just enough to make her gasp. He painted her with sensation, not pain. Her back arched. Her thighs shook. And when he finally entered her, it wasn’t just penetration—it was surrender. Not weakness. Not shame. But craving.

He knelt slightly, his hand steady as he pressed the toy against her, coating it in her wetness. His touch was deliberate, the toy sliding along her folds, and her body shuddered, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her hips twitched, chasing the pressure, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound raw and primal. “So wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with need. “You’re dripping, Eva. My filthy little student, so desperate for this.” He pushed the toy inside her, slow and deep, and her knees buckled, a moan catching in her throat. His hand guided it, steady and firm, her body clenching around it as she trembled from his touch.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

Her pleas echoed in the confessional, raw and desperate, as Luca and I dismounted her slick, tear-streaked face, our thighs glistening with her saliva, tears, and our own leaking pre-cum. Sister Amelia lay there, chest heaving, her virgin body trembling from the aftershocks of countless orgasms. Thick ropes of our mixed cum oozed from her ruined, gaping pussy and trickled down her ass crack onto the kneeler. Her lips were swollen and shiny with our seed, her innocent face painted white, and the air reeked of depraved sex—salty cum, sweet virgin cunt, and the faint holy incense now forever tainted.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

I pounded into her, hard and fast, each thrust driving out every last bit of restraint I had left. She was too warm. Too tight. Too perfect. Sin never felt this good. "You think this will cleanse you?" I hissed, teeth grazing her ear. "Letting me ruin you like this?" She nodded—shaking, helpless, a mess beneath my touch. But I knew better. She wasn't here for redemption. She was here to drag me down with her. And I was letting her. Gladly. She clenched around me, her body spasming as she came with a muffled whimper against my hand. That was all it took.

He grabbed my wrists and tied them behind my back with my own soaked panties that he picked from the floor. The fabric was cool and tight against my skin, cutting off all circulation. His hand fisted in my hair, and he yanked it hard, forcing my back to arch. My scalp burned, tits pushed out, nipples hard and aching. “Fuck, will you look at that,” He said, voice thick with lust. “Two pretty pink tight holes. They’re both gonna get their fill of this cock.” He pressed the fat, slick head of his cock against my asshole. It burned as he pushed in. The stretch was intense, way more than my pussy. I gasped and whimpered, my body tensing.