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“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

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

The tension in the house became too much. Lisa could no longer ignore her doubts. She noticed the secret looks between Peter and her mom. She saw the way they touched when they thought she was not looking. One evening, she decided to find out the truth. Lisa came home from class early. She heard noises from upstairs. Soft moans. She walked quietly to her mom’s bedroom. The door was slightly open. Her heart stopped. Peter was on top of Sonia. They were having sex. Peter’s hips moved fast. Sonia’s legs wrapped around him. Both of them looked lost in pleasure.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

The cool night air of the library brushed her cheeks, sending tremors of contrast across her flushed skin. "You're so fucking tight," he murmured, voice low and thick. "Poetic little pussy-built for fucking." He pulled out halfway, then slammed into her-hard. The sound of him filling her echoed off the metal, wet, obscene. Claire's head rolled to the side, trying to catch air; she bit her lip, throat burning. Rowan leaned in close to her ear. "Her breath came in staccato whispers, wet and desperate as he drove into her..." He quoted from the book, voice husky, each line timed with his thrusts. His grip on her hips tightened, guiding every brutal pulse.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

“We’re going to the library. I need to return a book. And you’re coming with me.” My heart stuttered. The campus library. Public. Risky. He smiled—slow, wicked. “And you’re going to keep every drop of me inside you the whole time. No panties. Just my cum dripping down your thighs while we walk through the stacks.” I whimpered, already throbbing again at the thought.