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"You come when I tell you to. Greedy little slut, trying to come without my permission." He fucked me harder. His words were dirty and pushed me closer to the edge. "I am going to breed this tight little ass. I am going to pump you so full of my cum you will be leaking for days. You would like that, would you not? My own personal cumdump, always ready and waiting for Daddy's load." I was seeing stars. My mind went blank from the pleasure. I did not think I could hold on much longer. My body felt like it was on fire. The image of my mom's smiling face flashed in my mind. This was for her.

If it wasn’t for the incident with the horse, I would have been okay with riding with him, but after what happened, I wasn’t sure that I would be able to get back on a horse without having a panic attack. “I like playing in the playroom.” I turned my head to look at him. “It’s not the same as the rooms David showed me.” “Everybody has different tastes and they’re into different types of kinks. The playrooms are usually decorated according to the person’s kinks. Tyrone and I share a playroom, therefore our kinks are combined.” “What kind of kinks do you have?” He licked his lips, making my eyes drop to his mouth to watch the tip of his tongue swipe across his lips. “I’m a daddy dom. I like ta

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” “Baby, I’ve been a Dom for over ten years. I have got more experience with stubborn little subs than you do with Doms. You are nothing but a baby compared to me, and I’m going to prove it to you over and over again.” She stopped fighting me. Her teeth bit down onto her lip. “Stop that.” i pulled her lip from between her teeth. “You think you know what true pain is, but you have got no idea what is really wrong with you. Don’t worry. I can deal with you.”

He slammed back another gulp of liquor. At that moment, a busty server in a skimpy white uniform sashayed by bearing a tray of fresh crab cakes. Brady's arm shot out and yanked her against him, leering drunkenly down at her squirming form. "Well aren't you a tasty little morsel," he purred, ignoring her protests. "Why don't you bring that tray down to my private cabin so we can get...properly acquainted." His hand slid lower down her back suggestively. Before he could grope further, an authoritative voice rang out, cutting through the noise and conversation.

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

“I want to fuck this throat properly. Relax your jaw, baby. Let Uncle use your mouth like a tight little pussy.” Dom reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast, firm circles while continuing to pound into me from behind. “You’re going to come again soon, aren’t you, baby?” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Come with two family cocks inside you. Such a dirty little bride. Your husband couldn’t even stay awake to fuck you, but we’re going to ruin every hole tonight.”

he murmured against my ear. “I know.” Domenico’s hand slid higher under the table, fingers tracing the edge of the slit, brushing the damp lace. “Let him look,” he whispered. “Let him see how flushed you are. How your lips are swollen from my kisses. Let him imagine what’s under this dress… what’s inside you right now.” I clenched hard. The balls rolled. A soft moan escaped before I could stop it. "Oh, fuck, Daddy!" Domenico’s fingers pressed—just enough to nudge the retrieval cord against my clit.

I nodded my head quickly and answered, "Yes, mommy. Thank you for letting me lick you pussy." Mom moaned loudly as I brought my mouth up to her dripping pussy and began to lick and lap her juices into my mouth. I moaned as I tasted her and felt her juices flow into my mouth. Above me, mom was overcome with lust and need. She had believed that I enjoyed the dirty pillow talk and she believed that I would be amendable to submitting to her. She had not actually planned on making me her sex slave, but once I had started to submit to her, she was unable to stop herself from going all the way. Unbeknownst to me at the time, mom had always enjoyed to dominate women sexually. She never got into the

“Little college princess getting split open from both ends by men twice her age while daddy sleeps on the couch. Someone should be filming this.” The orgasm builds from everywhere at once. Dom hitting deep. Vincent pushing past my gag reflex. Marcus’s fingers grinding my clit. Ray’s voice pouring filth into my ear. It swells from the base of my spine and radiates outward, pulling every muscle tight. “She’s about to blow,” Dom says, slamming harder. “I can feel her squeezing me. Come on, baby girl. Cum on my cock. Show all four of us what daddy’s little princess looks like when she falls apart.”

"Mom who is your Mistress?" Mom was still moaning and groaning. "I don't have a Mistress. I haven't had one since college." "I thought you were a natural submissive. If you don't have a Mistress, who tells you what to do?" Mom tried to think through her arousal. "I don't know, I guess I need to find a Dom or Domme." "I have one more truth for you, mom, and this time as you repeat it your arousal will double each time. The fifth time you will beg to cum. Do you understand?"