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I bit my lip hard, but a loud moan still escaped. My hips rolled against his hand despite myself, chasing the pleasure I didn’t want to crave. Tears of frustration and overwhelming sensation pricked my eyes. “I hate this,” I gasped, even as my inner walls clenched greedily around his fingers. “I hate you. I hate how you make me feel…” “But you love how it feels, don’t you?” He twisted his fingers, scissoring them, stretching me open. “Tell me how much you’ve thought about this. How many times you’ve touched this soaked pussy thinking about me ruining you.”

A third forced his way into her asshole, double-penetrating her with no mercy. The ropes adjusted on their own, spreading her wider, tilting her body so they could use every hole. The last two took turns slapping her tits, spitting on her face, and feeding her their leaking cocks. Lila glowed bright blue now, her whole body lit from inside like cursed fire. She was screaming around the cock in her throat, eyes rolling back, squirting violently every few seconds as they ruined her. The wet slapping sounds were disgusting 🤮, flesh on flesh, squelching holes, ropes creaking. Cum and precum and her own juices splattered everywhere.

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

Sara stared at the bulge in his pants, remembering exactly how his cock had felt in her mouth, thick, hot, and pulsing. She bit her lip hard to stop a moan from escaping. Her body was on fire, sexually frustrated and desperate for relief. The lecture dragged on, every minute feeling like torture. She kept checking the clock, counting down the seconds until class ended so she could rush back to her dorm room and use her vibrator.

I went to my room, another decorated horror and on the bed lay some nightwear , a pair red lingeries, some cuffs, feathers, blind folds and so many nasty things. I just looked at them and scoffed, but I as I said earlier nothing would go to waste. I put on the lingerie and poured myself some more wine and put on some sensual music. Since Nathan wouldn’t touch me, I touched myself most of the time and with the toys around I might just do it anyways.