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This time he fucked my mouth harder, holding my head in place while his heavy balls slapped against my chin. “Relax your throat,” he ordered. “Take it all.” I gagged and drooled everywhere, but I tried my best. Tears ran down my cheeks from the intensity, but my pussy was dripping down my thighs. He finally pulled out, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock. “Good girl. Now bend over the couch.” I bent over immediately without wasting any time, spreading my legs. Uncle Ken poured some oil on his fingers and started rubbing my tight asshole.

He looks past me and to the wall. I turn back just in time to see silhouettes of faceless women stretching the wallpaper and reaching out to me. "No, no. This is... no." He pushes me and the hands stretching through the wallpaper grab me, pulling me inside the wall. "I'm sorry. I'm... sor—" One of the hands covers my mouth and pulls, muffling my cries. My screams are muffled until my body is past the wall and my face is the only thing left. "Chelsea."

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

My fingers never stopped moving, shame and terror twisting with unbearable arousal. “Alright. Don’t work too late,” she said, footsteps retreating. The moment she was gone, Professor Blackwood stood up and walked over to me. “Such a filthy girl,” he murmured, unzipping his trousers. “Masturbating in my house while my wife is right outside. Get on your knees.” I slid off the couch and dropped to my knees in front of him. His thick cock sprang free, hard and heavy. I wrapped my hand around the base and looked up at him.

He lined his cock up with my pussy and pushed in, his length filling me with a hot, thick stretch. I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets as he began to pump, each thrust making my breasts bounce. Above me, Lila positioned herself on her knees, her face hovering over my crotch. She lowered her head and began to lick my clit, her tongue flicking fast and rough, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. Simultaneously, she reached back and guided the strap‑on deeper into her own ass, her moans muffled by my flesh. Dylan stood to my right, his cock hard and ready. He slipped his hand under Lila’s thigh, lifted her leg, and pressed his cock against her pussy entrance.

In the center stood a massive king-sized bed draped in luxurious black silk sheets, with sturdy restraints dangling from the headboard and posts. In one corner loomed a polished St. Andrew’s cross, its leather cuffs gleaming. Along a nearby table lay an array of toys: vibrantly colored dildos of varying sizes, gleaming metal and silicone plugs, coiled whips, paddles, and more—everything meticulously arranged. Her heart pounded wildly, a fresh wave of heat flooding between her thighs as arousal soaked her instantly. “You… you did all this?” she whispered breathlessly, turning to him. “For us?”

Cazzo, I'm getting a hard-on just from the completely blasé look I get when her eyes land on me. I press her against me again, not hesitating for a second to let her feel the effect she's having on me. I let my hand slide under her crop top and stop as soon as I feel the lace of her bra: "It's Santo," I whisper in her ear. Is this sexual harassment? Absolutely. Do I have any regrets? Of course not. Didi's a whore. Why would I have regrets about my behavior with a hooker? Cazzo. Why is she a whore? She could be so much more.

Her mouth gaped open, trying to suck in air as she wriggled and thrashed beneath the big black man. He was wanking fast now, his big hand pumping back and forth along the length of his thick shaft, the pink head of his cock revealing pinker flesh still each time the rubbery foreskin was pulled back. He reached with his left hand and grabbed her hair, twisting her head to face up and pulling herhead forward closer to the head of his cock. The first spurt of thick cum hit under her nose and splattered up over her eyelids, some dropping into her gaping mouth cause her to instantly snap it shut. The second, third and following spurts of his cum jetted out over her cheeks, lips, forehead and eyel

Her eyes rolled back and for a moment they stayed completely black. They roared, like literally roared, and unloaded at the same time. Thick, grayish cum exploded into her pussy and ass, so much it immediately gushed back out and ran down her thighs in heavy rivers. Lila kept grinding, milking them, laughing breathlessly while staring straight into her husband’s horrified eyes. They weren’t finished. The second one yanked her head back by the hair and shoved his dirty long cock into her mouth again, making her clean the mess from her own asshole.

Chapter 4: MY BEST FRIEND IS SCISSORING MY CUM-FILLED PUSSY LIVE ON CAMERA WHILE HER FANCLUB WATCHES ME GET RUINED The blackmail hits me the second we get home from school. Sophie locks her bedroom door and pulls up the videos on her laptop — me getting devoured in the lingerie stall, me scissoring with Professor Langdon, me getting brutally bred by her own father on the kitchen table. My cum-covered thighs and gaping, leaking pussy are crystal clear in every frame.