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I sit down and she says, "Alpha Maverick, he has 4 slave villages, 3 sex slave villages, and 2 breeding camps. Alpha Harrison has 5 mixed female sex and slave villages, 2 mixed male sex and slave villages, and 3 breeding camps. Now, Alpha Rhett. He was a little harder to get anything out of but as soon as I managed to get him to spill his seed a few times and maybe even showed him a thing or two about different types of pleasure he admitted he has 5 sex villages, 10 mixed slave villages and 4 breeding camps and 2 fighting villages. He even propositioned me to head one of his sex villages." "What did you tell him?"

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The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

They ended up sharing similarities and laughing at the same things. They complained about the same small town rules. They shared stories they had never even whispered to their boyfriends, Grant and Silas. They talked about how both of them had refused their high school boyfriends sex because they worried that once the small town knew, their reputations would die. They admitted that they had only gone as far as putting their mouths on their boyfriends' cocks because it was the one thing they could hide. Both were still virgins. They even showed each other their hymens one night, giggling like they were inspecting some forbidden treasure.

I wanted to be like the women I found in the stories in the back. Women that had unforgettable sex, a lot more interesting than my own awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the time. The story that really stood out centered around a woman who went camping with her husband. They couple made a few friends and one thing led to another and five men fucked her and filled her with cum. The next encounter came in the form of p**n video one of my immature guy friends put on at a party. From the woman’s bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it fell into the category of fake.

He spun me around again with my back to his chest as he lodged a bulge between my ass cheeks humping me harder. "You're dripping for me. Does Jake know his bride's this wet for his own father?", he groaned, his fingers reaching down to finger-fuck my pussy. "No," I murmured, grinding back on his hand. My clit throbbed under touch. His mouth latched onto my shoulder, sucking hard till a hickey formed there then he pulled away licking the spot with reverence. A bell dinged at the front of the store, and new customers were chatting. Their heels clicked on the marble floor. Gerald froze, his fingers buried deep in me. "Hear them? One moan and they'll hear you."

Mark trusted me yet here I was clicking accept on the video call because the heat pooling between my legs weighed more. The screen split. His camera stayed dark but his voice came through, familiar in a way that really scared me. “Look at you, Vida. Say, Alex.” “Alex,” I whispered, voice shaking as I slid my fingers down my belly. My fingers found my slick folds already slick. I circled my clit slowly, the shame twisting more with every stroke. “Good girl. I’ve watched you for years at those barbecues, your ass swaying in those thin summer dresses while Mark bragged about his perfect marriage. I jerked off several times thinking about bending you over right there in the backyard.”

"It's okay. As long as you're alive, that's all that matters. Have you been trapped here this whole time? Why did they... turn you into this?" Ian's fists clenched violently, his nails digging deep into his palms. After a long moment, he finally spoke. "The men in this village are extremely sexist. Their reputation is terrible for miles around. No one will marry their daughters off to them. "When they couldn't find wives, they kept causing trouble for the chief. They stopped tending their crops, stopped earning money. When they got hungry or thirsty, they just went to the chief's house and took what they wanted. "The chief was worn down and came up with this river god bride scheme. He create

Until then, I was trapped here, touching myself for strangers and counting every tip. I slipped a hand under my t-shirt, idly playing with my nipple as the movie played on. The ache between my legs was already coming back. I kept teasing my nipple under my shirt, rolling it between my fingers as the couple on the TV fucked passionately. My pussy was getting wet again, that familiar ache building. The money from the call still had me buzzing… $700 just for riding a dildo and moaning like a slut. I wondered if HotFantasy88 would message again soon. Part of me hoped he would.

Anindira happily returned Gavriel's kiss. Anindira is quite knowledgeable about sex, based on her knowledge from reading her grandmother's obstetrics book as well as her mother's medical book. Anindira also has enough experience with three men. Replying to Gavriel's kiss was easy for her. The two of them dissolved into passionate kisses that increased body temperature in the cold weather with heavy rain.