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I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Whattt? You are a pretty ass bad bitch! Are you sure ayo would be able to keep his hands to himself? Use a condom sha.🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️😑 I am not ready to be a godmother. Bel. godmother kor.🙄🙄 Me nko?🙄🙄 You wan dey whine cultist?😕😗😒 Amara don't use condom o. It's more enjoyable without a condom.🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

The top followed, breasts bouncing free, nipples hardening in the air. Liam's cock stiffened full, throbbing against his trunks. He grabbed his towel quick, draping it over his lap as he sat. "Girls..." But his voice rough, hunger lacing it. Sophia hesitated, glancing at him shy. "Come on, Soph. Live a little." Isabella dove in naked, splash echoing. Sophia stood, blushing furious, but unzipped her suit. It slid down, revealing small, firm breasts, then her trimmed mound. She covered herself quick, but Liam drank it in—both twins nude, bodies young and perfect.

They unzipped at the same time and pulled out their cocks appearing thick, hard, and already leaking. Trent stroked his slowly, eyes locked on my naked body. “Look at her, Cody. Freshman pussy already dripping on the sheets. She knows what’s coming.” Cody smirked, his cock twitching in his fist. “Time to turn this shy little girl into our personal party cumdump.” They stepped closer.

“Strip. All of you. Show me those greedy little cunts.” The girls didn’t hesitate. Tops came off, shorts dropped to the floor. Three naked, horny bodies stood in front of him — Emma’s curvy figure with big tits and fat ass, Mia’s tight petite body with perky nipples, Zoe’s athletic frame with long legs and a smooth shaved pussy. Emma dropped to her knees first, yanking Jax’s pants down. His thick, heavy cock sprang out, veined and already leaking pre-cum. “Jesus, look at this monster,” she moaned, wrapping both hands around it. “Girls, we hit the jackpot tonight.”

the curvy one murmured, her lips grazing my neck, teeth nipping. They guided me to the dock’s edge, laying me down, the wood warm against my back. The auburn one stripped off her tank top, her breasts bouncing free, nipples dark and hard, then yanked my dress off, leaving me naked. The curvy one shed her bikini, her curves glistening, and they both descended, the auburn one sucking my clit, her tongue delving deep, while the curvy one kissed up my stomach, taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking hard.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

For something. – You think you’ve won, Lyra? I murmur, almost calmly. – You’re just lifting the lid off a nest of vipers. You think people want the truth? No. They want a story. And I will give them one. A story where I am the betrayed woman. The abandoned pregnant partner, who has just lost her child. The one unjustly targeted. She wanted to play with the rules? Very well. But me… I am the one who writes them.