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I held Becky's head in my hands and looked her in the eye. "If you think you want to be a lesbian, Becky. Show me, show us, you have what it takes to pleasure another woman. So far, all you've proven is you like your cunt getting licked. Shasta likes getting her cunt licked and she's no lesbian." I pulled her up by her hand, led her to the bedroom and lay down with my legs spread wide. "Fuck me," I ordered, "Make me cum as fast as you can."

, Jasmine panted in my head and I agreed with her. Just when my fingers were getting cramped and I thought I was going to need him to finish me up, his voice rang across our mindlink again. “You started it, you should finish it up”, he said. “Thrust inside that pussy like you mean it, baby. I want to watch you come undone for me”. At his words, I melted and fingered myself harder. He sent images of what he'd do to my body through our mindlink and that was when I lost control.

But her mind was elsewhere—tracking the IP silently behind the scenes, every keystroke logged, every ping echoing in the back of her mind. Then came another comment. “Prove you're still in control. Show them what darkness tastes like.” The words wrapped around her like silk soaked in gasoline. Domica leaned into the mic, slow and deliberate. “Oh darling,” she cooed, “you think I’ve lost control? Watch closely. The night’s just begun.” [INSERT PLACEHOLDER FOR SUGGESTIVE POWER MOVE / EROTIC PLAY] But her eyes never left the chat box. She watched the symbol vanish… then reappear.

The forbidden nature of it, the absolute betrayal, makes my brain want to explode with dopamine. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and whispers seductively, "I am not going to stop until I am done destroying this pussy. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else." Oh my God. Fuck. The words shatter me. My juices are still coating him, making the penetration obscenely smooth. But the thoughts come rushing back, fueled by the taboo. " oh Selene, what the fuck are you doing?" My wolf tries to surface again, desperate. "This is your sister’s husband!" Lisa whispers, her voice weak against the roaring tide of lust. She tries to be the rational one, the moral compass correcting the

And it was as soon as my imaginations ran wild, recognizing that type of sound that curiosity crept mischievously into me. Peeking into the nearby stall, I was beheld with the most fascinating form of lesbian sex- -scratch that, disgusting. Up against the wall was a brunette convict with her legs opened wide across the shoulders of a blonde that had her head, -that buried deep into her thighs of the moaner. It was at my soft laughter that alerted the indulged experimenters and turning back at me, I was urged to look away. Despite the suspicion that might have crept into their minds, barely seconds was yet another loud moan, one that I could guess preceded an immensely groomed orgasm.

She said, “I want you to do it just so I’d be able to prove that I’m powerful enough to bring you to him and answer whatever questions he wants to throw to you. At least before he dies.” The Chairman felt he now could change her mood. “So, are you just being sadistic?” Lovelace finally smiled. Laude gave him the nod. The night turned out fine after all. The longtime friends, allies, and mature fuck-bodies ended on the same place after their dinner-talk, on the bed. Missionary position. ***

I stayed with her until the last tremor passed, then kissed the inside of her thigh and stood. We stared at each other for a long moment, both still breathing hard. Then she pulled me in and kissed me again, tasting herself on my lips. The heat that had eased returned full force. She turned me around so I faced the table and pressed against my back. One hand reached around to stroke my clit while the other slid two fingers into my pussy from behind. The angle made every thrust hit deep. I braced my hands on the table and pushed back onto her. The wet slap of her hand against me filled the room. “Fuck, Jayla,” I breathed.