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I closed my mouth when I realized I was drooling. "I don't like speech so I will say what I have to say. This is the motherfucking Alpha of betwood pack of the werewolf community and we are all here to witness the death of this sinful being. He thought he could play with one of our own and get away with it". He said lazily as if it were a normal thing for him to say.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, cuckold/hotwife dynamics, interracial content, rough sex, voyeurism. 18+ only. "Hold that pose, babe! Perfect!" Mark crouched low with his camera, snapping rapid-fire shots of his wife Jessica as she arched her back by the pool, the new white bikini contrasting beautifully against her tanned skin. The afternoon sun caught the water droplets on her body just right, and Mark's artistic eye appreciated the composition even as another part of him appreciated... other things.

The mattress dipped under their combined weight and we all watched in anticipation, our bodies tense with renewed desire despite the exhaustion that should have claimed us by now. Our cocks were supposed to be limp after so much fucking, after hours of claiming our mate over and over, but mine was beginning to get hard again just watching Jaxon position himself over her. The sight of Sera spread out beneath him, her hair fanned across the pillow, her skin flushed and glowing with sweat, was enough to make any man hard.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “Hi! The pizza’s here!” another voice called out. I looked up and saw a second thick BBW MILF sitting at the bar. She was even bigger than the first — same dark blonde hair flowing almost to her lower back, same long cigarette between her plump red lips, but wearing a super tight black corset that shoved her massive tits up obscenely and skin-tight black leather pants that looked painted on. Her huge ass was spilling over the edges of the bar stool like it was too much for it to handle.

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

*She belongs to us now…* *You opened the door…* *Watch.* Visions flashed across the mirror’s surface: Lila on her knees, surrounded by shadow figures with really massive cocks with unnatural lengths, and her belly swollen with cum, and eyes rolled back in pure demonic bliss. Marcus screamed and dropped to his knees. The mirror stayed perfectly upright. Lila walked out of the bathroom completely dry, smiling. She was holding thick black leather cuffs, a heavy metal collar, and a spiked chastity cage that definitely hadn’t been in the house before.

My aunt Valerie has been the center of every filthy fantasy I’ve had since I hit puberty. She’s a true BBW goddess—six feet tall, thick everywhere it counts, with a massive, heart-shaped ass that jiggles with every step, heavy 40DD tits that strain against every top she wears, and thighs so plush and powerful they could crush a man’s skull in the best way. Blonde hair that falls in loose waves to her shoulders, piercing blue eyes that sparkle with mischief, and those big, glossy, cock-sucking lips that always look freshly glossed and ready. She’s the kind of woman who fills a room just by walking into it, and I’ve spent years obsessing over her.

Geez! On the other side, Ira's aristocratic black brows knitted together as his interest went back onto his phone. He needed to divert his attention before his arousal drove him to madness. He was rock hard and could feel the bulbous head of his member kissing against the band of his jockey. If he could be honest, he wanted to release his active swimmers so badly. Too bad the odds were not in favour of him today.