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She cries out in response, fucking my mouth while shaking. I can taste her on my tongue, sweet on my lips. Fuck. My dick twitches painfully, but this moment is about her. I can't be selfish; she wouldn't be able to handle me, I would leave her sore for days. Marina melts into me, and a high-pitched sound leaves her lips as I grip her tights more firmly to add force to my tongue. She shudders repeatedly, and I quicken my pace, knowing she is close. And what a complete surprise she is. There is no insecurity left, only greed as she rocks back and forth while breathing fast. I get lost in her and dig my fingers into her skin as she quakes. I wish to ruin her for other men, make her scream my na

"Oh my gawd! Fvck! Please....Arghh! You're killing me! Pull out already" that was the moan of a female client as Ryan fucked her brutally. "Shut the hell up, Slutty bitch! You want this and here it is" Ryan scoffed, pushing his whole length into her, She screamed instantly which made him smirk.

Kiera smiled "So does that mean Jude has finally fallen for you?" She sat up "Well not yet but very soon.....I mean he has claimed me as his so am satisfied". "I can still remember when Cary claimed me" Kiera said dreamily as she also showed the mark on her neck. Aimee nodded "Same here....Believe me when I say Angry sex is the best...I couldn't even walk properly the next day, can you believe it". Sue groaned "Too much information....Well Kai will be marking me very soon but probably after Axel marks Sydney".

Elias POV. The excitement that had carried me all the way home—paper clutched in my fist, a stupid grin splitting my face—evaporated the second I pushed through the front door. There they were. My mother, Gloria, stark naked in the middle of the living room, her manicured fingers wrapped tight around Marcus’s cock where it strained against the white towel knotted low on his hips. His chest heaved; her breasts pressed shamelessly against his side. The air smelled like her jasmine perfume.

It was in Somito’s ears that she hoped her rant about maniac moods of all big males could find respite. “You okay, Sofia?” Mari asked, taking a swig of water as they had agreed to take a break. Mari was a very agile shifter with a killer body and muscle tone that gave Sofia major gym envy. Sofia had never seen a body like that on anyone outside of a gym or a magazine model. Sofia had soft, pretty features and curly brown hair that rivaled her ex-girlfriend’s in terms of its fullness and thickness. Her eyes were speckled with almost neon green, which Sofia knew was a common trait of a shifter who belonged to one of the cat clans. Although Mari was obviously her superior in the ring, she had o

she said as she stood in between us as she faced me Malem quickly rose her pipe and pointed it at Mara's direction and poured water on her as she laughed out loud. "Whattt, my hairrrr" Mara complained as she laughed ,and turned to face Malem trying to drag the pipe from her hand. I quickly picked up my pipe and poured water on Malem. " Bloody hell, I thought we were on the same team Mike" she groaned as she used her hands to demonstrate her displease.

She hugs her again. She moves her gaze to her parents who have been watching the both of them. Mrs Sotomayor looked more worried than her husband, and it was clearly written on her face how troubled she had been. “ Oh, my dearest Sonia, I thought I’d lose you to those evil men. May the wrath of our master dwell upon their heads for your sake.” She cursed. She hugs her, placing a kiss on her cheeks. “ I can see you look more than healthy. Have you been eating in their custody?” She asked, surprised she was looking more than healthy.

Through gritted teeth, she spat, "You want a divorce? Over my dead body!" I caught her wrist mid-swing and flung her hand away, letting out a scornful laugh. "How dare you raise your hand at me, Winona? You're quite something now, aren't you? Why don't you find out what your precious, innocent Hendrick gets up to when you're not around?" I pulled out my phone and played a recording. Hendrick's smug, lecherous voice filled the room. "She'd rather enjoy my fake junk that's been enhanced nine times over than ever touch your real thing even once…"

We all dealt with our situation differently. Mara was naturally curvier, all hips, thighs and breasts despite our meagre food rations. She enjoyed attending the Black Hall despite everything. She allowed herself to forget, for a few hours, lost in the heat, muscle and power of any man's touch. Her rounded thighs bore the mark of different hand prints every time .

Sage fucked her hard—fast, deep, curling on every stroke—while her other hand reached around to rub tight circles over Mara’s still-sensitive clit. “You came so hard under that desk,” Sage rasped against Mara’s ear. “Squeezed my fingers like you were trying to break them. Bet you wanted the whole room to know.” “Fuck—Sage—” Sage added a third finger, stretched her wider. Mara’s knees buckled; Sage caught her around the waist, held her up. “Come again,” Sage growled. “Right here. Where anyone could knock.” Mara shattered—second orgasm sharper, brighter, ripping through her so fast she sobbed against the tile. Her walls clamped down hard; wetness dripped down Sage’s wrist.