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The fullness was overwhelming, filthy, perfect. “Relax, Ashley. Take it like the dirty sister-in-law you are,” He said, voice dripping with dominance. “You’re clenching so hard around my fingers. Bet Felix never touches this ass, does he? Never makes you feel like a proper whore.” I shook my head, moaning incoherently as he sped up. His fingers scissored inside me, stretching both holes wider. The soap made it all glide, slippery and nasty, bubbles popping against my sensitive skin.

I gasped, grabbing his wrist to keep his fingers inside me, riding them shameless because I could not stop myself. My mind was spinning with how dirty it was, how wrong, knowing our parents were downstairs, knowing Emily had been flirting with him all day, and still I wanted him to keep going, to finger me until I came again, to prove I was the one he wanted. My nipples were hard and aching, rubbing against his chest every time I moved, sending sparks straight down to my clit. He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

“Your scent is driving me insane downstairs. Sweet little cunt dripping for your stepdaddy’s cock.” Elara whimpered, sitting up as he yanked the covers off. No more words. He pushed her back, spreading her legs wide with rough hands. The nightdress flipped up, exposing her bare, glistening pussy. He dove in like a starving wolf, tongue lashing her swollen clit with nasty, wet strokes. He sucked hard, two fingers plunging deep into her tight hole, fucking her roughly while his mouth made obscene slurping sounds.

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.

My body vibrated uncontrollably, my juices coating his hand. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth, licking my juices off of them. "You taste so sweet," he grinned I reached down, my hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly. He groaned, his hips bucking against my hand. "Fuck, Emma," he moaned, his body tensing. "You're such a bad girl.” I looked at him, eyes filled with lust and my hand moved faster. He groaned as my hand moved up and down his cock to his balls and then… his cum splashed on my face.

“Gotta get this piece of garbage out of the way.” She shivered when the cold air hit her body. Whistles and hoots filled the room as they all took in the sight of her body. “Queen bee for a reason.” “Fucking hell.” “Screw it. I’m going first.” “Fuck no. A bet’s a bet. You’ll wait your fucking turn.” Danielle’s attempts at tugging at the chains were weak and barely even amounted to anything. They were looking at her body. Her naked body. The thought of it was nauseating…and oddly erotic. The heat in her core was a start contrast to the different scenarios running through her head.

Like to what? Her pressing back into me, my cock in her ass crease. "You know. Watch. Watch my son fuck me." My life, in a few months, from normal to this, "Yes, I want to watch your son put his hard cock in his mother's pussy and fuck her." She groans, moves, lining me up, "I can tell you from experience, it's incredibly erotic. Watching the wrongness, the taboo." "Should I fuck you now?" "Oh Dan, yes. I need your cock."

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I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.