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He hikes my legs up over his shoulders and I am bent, utterly given over to him as he rams into me, over and over and over. The orgasm slams into me like a truck, blaring through my body out of nowhere, and I call his name as it rips across me. Above me, Gabriel curses and slams into me one last time, stilling as his own release comes. For a moment, the only sound is that of us gasping for air and catching our breath. Slowly, Gabriel straightens and guides my legs to the mattress on either side of him. He leans down and kisses me, the touch both sweet and possessive. Then he says, “Don’t move,” as he pulls out of me and walks to the ensuite bathroom to handle the condom.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

Selina moans as my fingers make contact with her wet pussy and for a moment I lose all sense and I rub my fingers all over her pussy before zoning in on her clit. “Yes, don’t stop.” She moans as I stroke her clit. “No.” I snap jumping to my feet and knocking her backwards against the desk. Her moans had brought me out of my trance-like state and I know that I can’t do this. “We can’t, it’s wrong, you’re a kid, my daughter's best friend.” I snap, backing away from her and trying to pull my trousers up. “I’m legal and what Clarissa doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” She says advancing on me, “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years now.”

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

“You want our cum, don’t you? Want us to breed you like a cheap whore?” I nodded frantically, tears streaming, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Tyler took over my mouth while Kai moved to my ass. He spat generously on my tight hole, working one finger in, then two, stretching me open. “Not yet,” Kai warned when I whimpered. “But soon. We’re going to ruin every hole tonight.” The double penetration in my pussy grew faster and more brutal. Leo and Marcus were groaning and grunting like animals, their cocks sliding together inside me, making wet, obscene sounds.

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h

The room was a symphony of filth: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of desks, the squelch of cocks plunging into stretched holes, the occasional sharp slap of skin on skin. Marcus sped up in Ava’s ass—short, brutal thrusts—then buried deep, groaning as he came again—hot pulses flooding her back hole. He pulled out slowly—cum leaking from her gaping ass, dripping down to mix with the mess between her thighs. Ava came again—screaming into Lila’s cunt—body convulsing, ass clenching around nothing now. Lila followed—hips bucking, squirting over Ava’s face. Ethan slammed into Jade one last time—came with a low growl—filling her cunt again until it overflowed, running down her thighs.

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

It sprang out—thick, veined, the shaft curving slightly up, head flared wide and already leaking a bead of precum that I smeared over the tip with my thumb. "Fuck," I muttered, stroking from base to tip in long, firm pulls. The skin was hot, stretched tight over the ridges. Eight inches of meat that had ruined more women than I could count. I remembered the last assistant—Sarah, married, her wedding ring glinting under the desk lamp as she begged me to fill her on this very desk. I'd bent her over, spread her cheeks, and slammed in deep while she sobbed my name. Before her, Lisa—on her knees under the conference table during a call, swallowing my load while her husband texted her goodnight.