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“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

Little dіd I knоw аt thе tіmе, but mу lіmіtѕ wеrе to bе tеѕtеd аnd surpassed іn wауѕ that I hаd never dreamed оf courtesy оf a man named Jіm. A сhаnсе mееtіng on thе gоlf course and more thаn a fеw bееrѕ аftеrwаrd lеd to me tеllіng hіm аll аbоut mу nоn-еxіѕtеnt sex life with thе wіfе аnd my somewhat unuѕuаl ways of ѕаtіѕfуіng mуѕеlf. Jіm confessed thаt hе wаѕ dіvоrсеd аnd аlѕо suffered frоm a lack of ѕеx аnd had engaged in many of thе ѕаmе асtіvіtіеѕ as I enjoyed.

Till my legs could barely function and do nothing but quake for days. Oh my! I was so looking forward to it. And so without wasting any time, I sat astride him and guided his erection into my cunt while he sat with his back to the headboard. I lowered my head, and we locked lips in a passionate, wild and intense kiss that left me gasping for air after it ended. Then I let him cup one of my breasts and flick his tongue around the nipple. Then he began to repeatedly nod his head as he licked my engorged nipple.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

"Maybe she was in a bad mood.'' he muttered to himself. He decided not to bother himself with her again but deep down he knew he had fallen in love for the first time in his entire life and he would do anything to get her. When he got back to class, he saw her reading, she looked up and their eyes met. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He walked over to his seat, Charlie saw him coming and grinned. "What's up man, how did it go?" He asked. Blake forced a smile and said; "How did you think it went? You know I always get the girls, it was really easy, looks like she already liked me.'' he lied.

Skillfully, he slid them off my legs, making a trail of kisses from my tight to my ankle. Making haste, I twisted my legs around his pelvis, pressing my core to his erection. Twitching, he slid into me, moaning at the fact I was already wet. I was made of fire once again, but this time it was so much more than sex. It was two souls, two bodies, and two difficult people in love - colliding into the perfect act to show the deepness of their feelings. Rocking fast, his hands caressed every part of me. His whispers complimented my spirit, and his eyes promised to my heart he will be fully devoted to me...forever.

The filthy reality of the situation made everything hotter. “That is exactly what you are, baby—a dirty cheating Hollywood slut who sneaked out on her perfect fiancé just to get her brains fucked out by a regular guy. I love how your married pussy is creaming all over me again. Tell me you want me to fill you up one more time before you go back to him and pretend nothing happened.” She leaned down and kissed me messily while riding me faster, her voice breaking into desperate moans.

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, intense BDSM themes with a focus on power imbalance, graphic depictions of physical and psychological domination, extreme kink practices including bondage, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, fisting, watersports, double penetration, nipple clamping, ball busting, and deep throat training, strong verbal degradation and humiliation, potential triggers related to authority figures and forced submission in a fantasy context, public exposure risks, sensory overload from sweat and bodily fluids, emotional distress from forbidden dynamics, and the presence of prolonged overstimulation and post-orgasm continuation, all of which ma

“Look at you… riding my cock so beautifully. You’re shaking for me, baby. Such a filthy, perfect girl. Keep going — use me. Make yourself cum on my cock.” I moaned loudly, leaning forward so my hair fell around us like a curtain. Our mouths met in messy, desperate kisses as I rode him harder, my shaky legs struggling to keep the pace. Every time I sank down, he thrust up to meet me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Viktor… I’m so close,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop— I love you… fuck, I love feeling you inside me.” He gripped my hips tighter, helping me move. “Come for me, Scarlett. Let me feel you squeezing my cock. I’m yours… all yours.”