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He stayed inside me until the last twitch left him, then pulled out and watched his cum leak from me onto the sheets. “We’re not done,” he said. He wasn’t lying. He dragged me into the shower and fucked me against the tiled wall under the spray, one leg hooked over his arm, water running over both of us while he thrust up into me and made me cum again with his fingers on my clit. He took me on the kitchen counter later with my heels dug into his back and my hands braced behind me, knocking a glass to the floor that neither of us bothered to clean up. He bent me over the dining table at dusk and fucked me so hard the heavy wood shifted across the floor, telling me between strokes that this wa

“I don’t want to stop touching you like this. Not for them. Not for anyone.” Maya’s thumb moved in a slow circle against Lila’s skin. “Same.” They had started the account eight months ago. At first it was just photos—matching lingerie, close-ups of hands on thighs, the kind of soft stuff that paid the rent. Then the messages started asking for more. Videos. The two of them together. Real sex. Lila had been the one to say yes first. Maya had taken three days to answer. Now they filmed twice a week. Full scenes. Nothing held back. Subscribers paid monthly to watch the twins who looked exactly alike fuck each other on camera. No one in their real life knew. Not their parents. Not their friends

“Your father is a fool. He doesn’t know how to satisfy a woman. But you, beta, you’re different. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” She stood up, pressing her body against his, her full breasts crushing against his chest. “I want you to fuck me, Lalit. I want you to put a baby in my belly. To make me yours.” Lalit groaned, his hands coming up to grip her hips. “Mom, we shouldn’t… It’s incest.” Poonam’s hand slid down to cup his hard bulge, squeezing gently. “So what if it is? It feels good, doesn’t it? The thought of fucking your own mother, of filling her with your seed?”

Inside the twins’ old bedroom the air was thick with sweat and sex and the faint medicinal ghost that still clung to the house. Isabel lay on her back across the pushed-together beds, thighs open, the sheet tangled under her hips. Nathan’s mouth was already between her legs again, tongue working her open with slow, filthy precision—flat strokes from entrance to clit, then the pointed tip pushing inside her, then sealed lips sucking hard on the swollen bud until her back arched off the mattress. Cole knelt beside her head, cock heavy and flushed, feeding it between her lips inch by inch until her nose pressed against his stomach. She choked once, eyes watering, then relaxed her throat and too

When I was done I wore clean underwear and one of Nicholas’s t-shirts, and climbed into our bed. The sheets still smelled faintly of his cologne. I lay on my side, facing the window, and forced my breathing to slow. Every time I closed my eyes I could feel Dominic’s dick stretching me open again, the heavy weight of him on top of me, the way he’d growled against my neck when he came. I pressed my thighs together and tried not to touch myself. I hate how much I want my father-in-law to fuck me again.

We kept licking him through it, tongues sliding over the head and each other, until he finally stilled. The storeroom was quiet except for the three of us breathing hard. Come dripped down my chin. Stacy’s face was just as marked. Hale looked down at us, chest rising and falling, and for the first time since he opened the door, I then realized I just had a threesome with my professor and my best friend And the worse part of it all, I don't regret a thing

He filled me completely. He started fucking me hard from behind, hips slamming against my ass. The table shook with every powerful stroke. His balls slapped against my clit. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock pounding into my dripping pussy filled the room. “Alex… oh god…” I moaned. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back slightly. “Quiet, Miss Shine. You don’t want the neighbors to hear you getting fucked by your student, do you?” He reached for one of the books on the floor, picked up the thick literature textbook, and pressed it between my teeth.

We were addicted to each other, sneaking touches and kisses whenever our parents weren't looking. Months passed. We got better at hiding it. At family dinners, we'd sit across from each other, exchanging secret smiles. Under the table, his foot would find mine. At night, when everyone was asleep, he'd slip into my room. He'd fuck me slow and quiet, his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. Or sometimes he'd take me hard and fast, bending me over my desk while our parents slept down the hall. One night, he woke me with his tongue between my legs. I came twice before he even entered me. Another time, I woke him with my mouth around his cock, sucking him deep until he came down my throat.

“My favorite students.” Jessica let out a small moan as his other hand found her breast through her shirt. I leaned into his touch, already getting wet again. He pushed my skirt higher, fingers slipping inside my panties and rubbing my clit in slow circles. “You’re soaked already, Lila,” he whispered. “Good girl.” Jessica’s breathing grew heavier. Professor Kane kissed her neck while his fingers worked on both of us. The classroom felt dangerous. Anyone could walk back in at any moment. But that only made it hotter.

The look of his innocence tore up my walls all the way to my core. He was an intern, newly enrolled, but somehow I had managed to bully him from the very second day he came to work. It was my way of fulfilling my secret desires, which involved finger-fucking myself to thoughts of his innocent face buried between my legs, his tongue diving deep into my fat, plump pussy.