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“You know what? I have the perfect cat for you. He’s a new face around here but I can tell he’s desperate for a play. You’ve always been my best gal so why don’t you take him?” She hands me a file with a list of the sub’s interests: objectification, degradation, findom, voyeurism, exhibitionism, feet fetish, temperature play, sadism/masochism, breath play, anal play, feminization, but golden shower is at the top of the list. I smile. “He’s perfect! I guess I’ll need a drink. Plenty of drinks!” I say with a wink. **** The room is lit with red bulbs. I see him immediately, kneeling on the floor with his head down.

She leaned over and passionately smothered her lover with wanton kisses of her parted lips. While her wounded heart pounded and her body being aroused by such striking beauty, the lamp disgorged a drop of burning oil from the tip of its flame and fell upon the goddess's right stomach. It was unspeakable and unforgivable to taint a glorious body of a god - a crime punishable by death.

"Just like that. Just like that." My hands placed in my lap, I take to bringing my fingers to trail at the hem of my skirt before dipping beneath to touch myself. He looks so good, sounds so good, tastes so fucking unbelievable, I can't stop myself. The sensation of him filling my mouth is enough to make me quiver. I guess I'd be able to come undone in a matter of seconds. I rub a few slow circles around my clit and moan in response. "You don’t have my permission to touch yourself," he growls suddenly.

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the room was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I’d only ever used thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them away, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop, clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a massage and a proper fucking after. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumping them while I watched the

My need pressed against my skin and my lungs that my breath became uneven. Heat spread through me, low and slow, settling deep between my thighs. I clenched and unclenched my fists slowly , breathing in slowly to get myself back, my wolf was already scratching to be let out, I haven't had sex since I came here , my hands were the only thing that gave me pleasure. I swallowed hard and opened my eyes slightly.

Another man stood between her legs, thrashing into her pussy ravenously. A bevy of lesbian whores fingered and sucked each other, while gay werewolves blew each other to a howling orgasm. A red head on her knee was smashed doggy style, while being deep-throated by a werewolf in front of her. A thin whimper pierced the noise from my left. One of the men buried his face between the thighs of a whore, fingering her slick pussy, and sucking her clit. It's a fucking orgy in here!

"Laine—" My face turned sour. "Don't call me that. You don't have the right to call me that again." Only people close to me had the right to call me that and after what I just witnessed, he already lost the right to that. He released a sigh of defeat. "Listen to me first." "Listen to you first?" My left brow raised high. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I shook my head disappointingly. "I saw what I saw, Tristan. You're enjoying my sister's body and no explanation will ever change that."

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

She looks at me, waiting. "Well, we came to the conclusion: I love Steve, but not like a partner; I love him like he is my Dom, so the other option is I am his submissive along with Sean's. It is possible to have two Doms, but even that feels weird, but if I don't try, I won't know, right?" She rolled her eyes at my response. "You can't just have one. How, guy? Can you? you have to go and take two, well, three if you add Vladimir." She laughed, then her face got all serious.

"Oh! Lola! You're already here!" Jane greeted me happily as she approached Summer and Candice. "You're so damn gorgeous! You outdid us with your outfit and beauty tonight!" Candice jokingly remarked. Speaking of which, Summer was wearing a white satin dress with a slit, while Candice had a black top that revealed her cleavage and went down to her thighs. Meanwhile, Jane was wearing a dress with a deep V-neck and a lantern print with a touch of polka dots. It was pink, matching her skin tone just like mine.