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And in her darkest, most private fantasies, she imagined him fucking her senseless until her legs gave out. Her bladder protested, forcing her toward the secluded restroom at the end of the old arts wing. Most students avoided it because it was outdated and far from the main buildings. She pushed the door open, the hinges creaking softly and froze. Ethan Kane stood at the far end near the sinks, back partially turned, hockey jersey tossed over his shoulder. His gym shorts were shoved down to mid-thigh. One large hand was wrapped around a thick, veiny cock as he stroked himself with slow, powerful motions. His other hand braced against the wall, muscles flexing.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

Clarissa lost count. She lost herself. She was a vessel, a toy, a thing being passed around a circle of hungry, anonymous men. Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin.

_______________ ~TROPES♾️~ - Lies - Death - Deception - Forced Marriage - Betrayal - Blood - Gunshots - Books - Love - Revenge - Rivalry…etc♾️. PROLOGUE ♾️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NAOMI ALESSANDRO CINDY is a 25yrs old writer,not just any writer,a famous writer known across America and outside america. She is a fair pretty lady,with the body of a goddss and long blonde hair. She is extremely beautiful and had a thing for tattoos.

The rules for this are as follows: 1 - I must be naked when writing. This is not unusual as being naked at home is required at all times. I will explain why later. 2 - I must have something in one of my two holes while writing. It can be a butt plug, a dildo, a vibrator, anything of my choosing.

I am pramod I live on 4th floor top and in opposite building there lives milf, I like to watch her, her husband usually away, once on Monday morning I took off from office, fully naked in my bed stroking with some milf p**n, suddenly I looked over my window, on the roof that milf neha is standing and looking through window on my hard Cock. ************************ {The View} The AC hummed, barely cutting through the stifling Delhi heat as I sprawled naked on my bedsheet, hand working my cock to some grainy MILF p**n.

Tales Of Tails It was not long before she wanted to talk, it was as essential as breathing. What I got was another confession, sort off. It was about the XXX-tennis match she mentioned earlier, where she made a special friend. It actually happened, an off-the-books, closed court indoor contest of nude tennis between two teams: Hillside and the arch-rival, Golden Valley.

her mom says Zaria tongue wet her lips as she met his gaze .."I bet that control cracks eventually " His gaze sharpened "I don't crack" She smiled. "I'd like to see that" He stared at her and left without a word It got worse.. Or better. Zaria walked in on him shirtless in the lounge and stared at him without saying anything... turned and immediately fled.. One night she walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water and meets him there.. shirtless.barefoot..hair tousled making him look dangerously sexy .

But my living room window looked straight into his, and the buildings were close enough that I could see details if the lights were on at night. It started innocently. I’d come home late from my shift at the coffee shop, kick off my shoes, and unwind on the couch with a glass of wine. His place had this big window with no curtains most evenings. He’d walk around in a tank top or nothing on top, moving with that easy confidence guys like him always seemed to have. Tall, dark hair that fell across his forehead, tattoos snaking down one arm. I told myself I was just people-watching. City life, right?

"I've had my nudes leaked before, it happens." "So what are you telling me this for?" "This made me realize that I am comfortable with my body being seen by others. My friend Cassie does photography and I posed nude for her. They came out really good and I'm proud of them. They are going to be part of her portfolio and they're gonna be on a website."