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Not only that, there was even time for some four play. She closed her eyes and layed on the couch continuing her earlier fantasy. This time she was alone, no one to disturb her thoughts as yet. She could peacefully fantasize. "Mark layed her on the couch, nibbling on her nipples as his hands traveled between her thighs. She felt the tingle in her breasts as they started to get firm and full. The sensation in her lower abdomen was like butterflies and Jessica could not help herself. She gently slipped her hand down her skirt and circled her swollen bud, slowly letting out murmers and moans. She pinched her nipple with the other hand while kneading her breasts. She pictured Mark squeezing her

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He noted the small wet stains around where her nipples would be, his Mother would often take supplements that would cause her to lactate, ever since Max had made a remark about how her 'large breasts should be milked. Such supplements were commonplace, a whole variety of 'sexual stimulants' existed and were easily purchasable as the local pharmacy, Max had yet to convince Sara to try any 'enhancements' though he briefly considered looking into 'increased semen production' thinking it would be funny to truly cover his sister in his seed. He decided against it, but his mother was more than happy to indulge him. "Oh I see," he said staring at his mother's lactating nipples. "You expect me to su

My other hand finds my breast through my blouse, pinches the nipple until it stings sweetly. I picture him standing over me right now. Watching. Not touching. Just… watching. That slight smirk he wears when he knows he’s won an argument. “Look at you, Lacy. So desperate you’re fingering yourself at your desk because I told you your work wasn’t good enough.” The fantasy twists darker. He’d make me keep going. Make me describe every filthy thought while he stroked himself through his slacks. Make me beg before he finally… I then hear a soft click.

I pictured them degrading me, calling me a mommy slut while they rotated and double-penetrated me, holes gaping. My fingers pumped faster, three deep in my dripping cunt, thumb grinding my clit. The fantasy got nastier: them pinning me, squeezing milk out of my tits in sprays, cum flooding everything. I came so hard my legs gave out. Pussy squirted against my palm mixing with the shower water and I collapsed right there on the floor, panting, body shaking. The tile was freezing on my ass but I didn’t care. I just lay there with my fingers still inside, milking the last little tremors.

My mind raced to dirty places—them touching me together, commanding me. Bedtime came. "Night," they said, hugs again. Sarah's longer, her body molding to mine. Mark's quick but strong, his cologne musky. In my room, I stripped to panties, sliding under covers. My body buzzed. I thought of Mark's tattoos, Sarah's curves. My hand slipped down, fingers circling my clit slow. Wet already. I imagined Mark pinning me, his pierced cock—wait, did he have one? Fantasy ran wild. Sarah watching, touching herself. "Good girl," Mark growled in my head. "Take it for your fosters."

I would kill to have my lips on those nipples and on her belly sucking those fat pussy lips or have her crouch sitting on my face while I dig my tongue deep into her pussy, tongue fucking her. It would be my first time fucking a female but I hell wanted to get used as an amateur. Suddenly I didn’t want Sunny anymore. I wanted Olivia. She would fulfill all of my fantasies. I just really wished she was a lesbian too. But I knew she wasn’t. My hands trailed down my neck softly, my other hand cupping my boobs. My lace bra barely a barrier to feeling its warmth. I yanked my laptop off impatiently, seeking more graphic explicit arousal than my mind was providing.

I’m a disgusting, filthy whore. For years, I’ve hidden the darkest fantasies that consume me every single night. Gangbangs. Being used by multiple men at once. Rough, degrading, cum-soaked, no-limits sex where I’m nothing but a set of warm holes for them to destroy. I dream about being passed around, choked, slapped, filled in every hole until cum is leaking from my pussy, ass, and mouth. I touch myself thinking about it constantly — three, four, five cocks at the same time, stretching me, using me, breeding me like a cheap slut.

Alex’s cum was still leaking slowly from Lila’s well-fucked pussy onto the soft cushion beneath them. The air was peaceful, the distant sound of waves mixing with their slowing breaths. Lila lifted her head, looking at her husband with shy but excited eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed from her last orgasm. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispered, her voice husky. “The other fantasy I told you about… two guys. You and another man. Both of you inside me at the same time. I want to feel completely full. Stretched. Used. Owned.”