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CONTENT: Revenge sex, wet pussy, sex toys, multiple orgasm, gangbang, multiple dick. CHAPTER 1 Jillian felt a wave of nervousness as she approached the door of the nightclub. It was finally time to fulfill her biggest fantasy, and one that would make her now ex-boyfriend explode with jealousy.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

Shubham was exhausted after a long day at work, but as he sat on the couch in his modern Nagpur home, his mind wandered to the enticing voice of Ramanjeet from ABN AMRO Bank. They had been speaking daily, and the conversations had taken a flirtatious turn, leading to heated phone sex sessions. Shubham's mind raced with fantasies of the gorgeous Punjabi girl he had never met.

Ava's POV “Davin…” I breathed in shock as I pulled away from the dildo, embarrassment coursing through at the realization that I had been caught. “How did you get in here?” He asked, his voice low as he approached me, getting on his knees so that he could meet my gaze because I was still kneeling. “I…” I didn't know what to say. Should I tell him the truth or not? His eyes raked over me as he saw the nipple clamps still on my now sensitive nipples then behind me to spot the glistening dildo.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

I was already humiliated, but what was going to happen to me next was worse and I didn't know if I could handle it. I was fifteen at the time and we were living in some small village in Kolkata,India.. Brother Shivaay and I were coming back from school with other children from our village..Our school was bit far from the village ,so it usually took time before we arrived..By the time we arrived at the village ,it was quite and we couldn't see anyone around..It was strange,even our parents were not at home too when we reached at our house..Few minutes later my brother's friend came and told us that everyone was at the village council's house..Indeed the whole village had gathered there when S

who had challenged those orthodox traditions, she freed herself from being slave to wealthy people here and made her own destiny, she took her education and started working for Indian Government and not just that she even fell for a foreigner and dared to marry him, your mother was a change and this was not acceptable by dominating men here, and to teach their future generation a lesson they decided on making your mother a Village slut, and even your maternal grandparents and uncles agreed to it, when I came to know that what was their plan, I again helped your mother to escape but my good deeds were returned with a stained curse, the higher society from our village punished me for helping

“You're such naughty little sluts for your stepdaddy.” After several minutes of sloppy, wet sucking and gagging, Vincent pulled them up. “Get on top of me,” he ordered, sitting back down on one of the dining chairs. Clara went first. She lifted up her short skirt. Her dripping wet panties came into view. She pushed her panties aside and got on Vincent’s lap. Vincent watched her take off her top. He immediately buried his face in her round boobs. Clara slowly lowered herself onto his massive cock. The thick top stretched her tight entrance wide. She whimpered loudly as inch after inch slid inside her.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”