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"So beautiful. So wet." I stood up, my cock already hard again, ready for the main event. "Ready for round two?" I asked, my voice low and rough. They nodded frantically, their eyes pleading with me. I moved between Maya’s legs, spreading them wide. I lined up my cock with her dripping entrance, and I pushed forward, slowly. The feeling was incredible, her tight warmth engulfing me. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size, before I began to move. I took her slow, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out and then plunging back in, watching her face contort with pleasure.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

Chapter 10: Cowgirl Ruin The hallway is a blur of raw sensation, the very air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Her cries have dissolved into raw noise, her body a trembling, pliant form against him. He watches her head loll back, her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her temples, her face a mask of shattered will and desperate pleasure. He’s deep inside her, still pounding, each thrust a brutal confirmation of his dominance, of her utter, complete surrender. The wet slap of their skin is a relentless rhythm, echoing in the narrow space, a testament to their transgression.

I cried out into the linens. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take it, you slutty nun.” He slammed deeper. Hips slapped my ass. The shelf rattled. His hand on my neck kept me pinned while he fucked me in long, rough strokes. “This what you’ve been thinking about during mass?” he asked. “Getting bent over and filled?” “Yes—” He reached around and rubbed my clit hard while he thrust. I came a second time, clenching around him, moaning into the cloth. He kept pounding through it.

“You don’t come until I say. You hold it.” He goes back down and keeps the same relentless rhythm until I’m shaking and begging under my breath. Every time the pressure builds too high he backs off, blows cool air over my clit, waits for the edge to fade, then starts again. He does it four times. By the fifth I’m crying from how much I need it, hips trying to chase his mouth. “Please, please let me—” “Not yet.”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

“Damien…” “Shh,” he whispered against her ear. His breath was hot. “You’ve been squirming since you sat down. This needy little clit needs to come, doesn’t it?” She nodded frantically. Her hips rocked forward into his hand. His fingers moved faster, sliding through her wetness, circling her clit, then dipping lower to push two fingers inside her. She was so wet they sank into the knuckles with no resistance and her walls clenched around him. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he murmured

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.