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Even here, she shone like a precious jewel, that woman with black, wavy hair, right in front of him, when he took her, the man took her in his arms, kissed her, then, opening her panties as quickly as possible, he placed her on top of a pool table, opening her legs, sucked her right there, the woman, between screams, saw a group of men, another one there lowered the woman's corset, sucking her right breast, while another had sucked her left breast, groping her, he had a woman for all the customers. I left that woman, went towards another, I was free to be the submissive one in which he took one of his ropes and still tied her up afterwards, one of them accepted to be submitted, accepted, tha

The thrill of their collective dominance, the taboo of this sacred orgy, pulsed through me, my clit throbbing despite the exhaustion, a testament to the insatiable desire they’d awakened. The raven-haired leader rose, her crimson robe slipping to the floor, revealing her naked form, her breasts full and nipples hard. “The caress begins,” she announced, her voice a sultry command, guiding me to a larger velvet-draped platform in the center of the room. The silver-haired woman followed, her sheer gown discarded, her slender body glistening with oil, a mischievous glint in her eye as she carried a tray of toys—vibrators, dildos, and a double-ended strap-on. The brunette, her curls wild, shed he

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"You're submissive." Dante's footsteps halted, Nate hearing a long exhale from him. "Now that," he glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, "I am." He returned his gaze to the front door and shrugged his shoulders, lifting his hands as well, "I thought you'd be able to satisfy me after you screamed at me today and I adored when you threatened to kill me." He began walking forward again, "But you're useless to me. And you have to pay your debt for threatening to take my life, so—"

I chuckle. “Unlike that bitch, my two guys don’t need drugs to get women to sleep with them. Vanessa Jacobs may not be so willing but Nessa the sub will be very willing to be with two of the most talked about Dominants in the kink community.” I give my best friend the benefit of the doubt, “Okay, if you say so.”

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Eve spent the entire trip fondling her servant while casually chatting with the driver about road conditions and possible hurricanes. By the time they got home, Trish was aroused and desperate for sex. Eve ordered her to put her hands against the wall and remain in that position, no matter what. Trish would get her orgasm, but she'd have to remain in that submissive posture for her Mistress to oblige her.

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