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The female doctor said in delight and hugged her. "Natalie, I am here to ask you for a favor." Julie said dropping Amanda on couch. Natalie looked at Amanda and frowned. "What happened to her? Did someone attacked her?" Natalie asked looking at her torn clothes "Nathalie five men raped my daughter before my eyes and I was helpless. I can't save her." Julie broke into tears. Natalie gasped and looked at Amanda with pity. She was unable to speak anything. She only hugged Julie and comfort her.

Mom laughed, "Young lady, I will not get into that part of my life with your father. But I will say that if I told him I'm naked at the office, he'd never go to work." I laughed hard, replying, "Family impoverished by horny parents." Mom slapped my hand, "Okay, enough. I fear you're getting the wrong image in your dirty mind." I was getting a fantastic image, but I needed to change course. "Oh, Mom, the correct word is nude, not naked. Naturists go nude. Getting naked is for sex. Since you are amazing at running the business, and this is what makes it work, so much the better, but I had no idea of the perks."

Five naked women stood before me in the centre of the studio. The afternoon light poured through the tall glass walls and painted their bodies in shifting gold and shadow. Every curve, every dip, every tremor was illuminated. Skin tones ranged from porcelain to deep mahogany. Breasts varied from small and high to full and heavy. Nipples stood erect in the cool air. Pussies were smooth, trimmed, or left natural—each one already glistening with anticipation or nerves or both. Their breathing filled the silence: shallow, uneven, excited.

Then I stood under the spray until it turned cold. I didn’t sleep. Instead I sat cross-legged on my bed in an old T-shirt, laptop open, staring at the Gory Room website again. There was a members’ forum now—hidden behind login. I created an anonymous account: InitiateE26. The threads were raw. One woman wrote about her first time: how she cried the whole drive home, not from regret but from the sudden absence of pain. Another posted photos (blurred faces) of rope marks that looked like lace. Someone asked if anyone had gone back the same week.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

If it weren’t for the fact that we’re forbidden to harm humans at will, do you seriously think I’d let myself be chased around by them? ‘But I haven’t got any clothes to wear! Do you want my naked picture to be on the front page of every magazine and newspaper tomorrow?’ ‘Oh my God,’ he groaned, ‘what am I going to do?’ He dodged a tranquiliser dart, spinning around in a circle. ‘Oh, Hunter, I don’t care! Please please please let me shift. Your nude photos have been seen by everyone anyway! The girls in our packs, they founded a group where they all share your nudey pics. They look at them, discuss them, and, you know… enjoy them.’

We had however abstained for the last few days to be match ready. The prize was going to be worth it. The life-changing prize, one that money couldn’t buy. A prize beyond my wildest fantasies or desires, just thinking about it got my horny. I peeked under the covers at our naked bodies. We always slept in the nude even in the depths of winter. I loved accidentally bumping into his naked skin in the night or our bottoms rubbing against each other early in the morning. I always enjoyed waking up in the morning to be greeted by his beautiful body.

“Yeah. Just...take it easy.” “Fine. But this is kind of exciting! Just look around. All these half- naked people on the dance floor, making out at tables. Just...this is kind of turning me on” I looked around. We packed the dance floor with ladies in thongs and high heels and men in boxers and silky robes. A couple of women were making out in a booth as a pair of men watched. I locked eyes with a shirtless guy with nipple piercings that glinted under the lights. His eyes bored into mine, his erection visible in thin, white boxer briefs. His body, with its broad shoulders and taut muscles, reminded me of Nathan in healthier times. I had to look away. I clinched my thighs and threw back my gla

last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper. Lucas closed the notebook and placed it on the island. Then he reached for the tie of my wrap dress and pulled it slowly. The fabric parted with a whisper, baring my breasts and the smooth skin between my thighs to the cool air. He drank in the sight of me, naked under the open dress. “On the couch,” he said. “Legs spread. Hands behind your head.” I obeyed before my mind could catch up. The leather was cool against my bare skin as I sat back, knees falling open, fingers laced behind my neck. Exposed.

Every time he fills my hole with his cock, I feel full but satisfied. But in the later days, my mother is always with Noel 24/7. We find it hard to hide just to fuck each other to the point that a week has already been passed since the last time we had had it. There were times Noel would send me videos of him masturbating in the bathroom as he stroked his cock and moaned for my name. So as a gift, I filmed myself completely naked with vibrators entering my pussy, my moans were loud with my sexy voice . I looked like a pornstar in the video and for sure Noel would love it.