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He pulls me to my feet, with his rock-hard member between us. "Are you ready to be fucked, Veronica?" Ezra asks, taking my mouth and pressing his cock against me. "YES!" I moan loudly. He spins me around so that he can have me from behind. I feel his fingers rubbing my soaked pussy and probing inside hard. I feel as though I’ll burst at the seams at any minute, and then his fingers are gone and back in my hair, this time at the base of my neck. SMACK! Ezra smacks me on the ass hard. "Do you like that, kitten?" Ezra asks me.

“Fuck! So deep… ahhh!” Wanting to switch it up, I flip onto my stomach, ass up high for the camera. “Like this view? My pretty little cum slut ass shaking for you.” I reach back, sliding the dildo in from behind, my cheeks spreading. “Ohhh yes… pound me doggy style.” Thrusting back onto it, my moans turn rawer, muffled into the pillow at first. “Mmmph… unhh! Harder… make me your slut.” My free hand snakes under to flick my clit, and I grind against it, body trembling. “Ahh… ahh… it’s so intense like this. Feel my pussy clenching?” Juices drip down my thighs, making everything slippery and real. I look back at the camera, eyes half-lidded, whispering sweetly. “I love being your dirty girl, Kh

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

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Aiden took a few photos, then came over, bringing them up on the screen. “I like the third one,” I said. “I look constipated in the last one.” Conor snorted. “Okay, we’ll use the third one.” He passed me Milka, then plugged the camera into the laptop and copied the picture into another folder. Then he brought up the browser, went to F******k, and headed to the Dirty J. fan page. Whoa. So, he wasn’t joking about the questions. They had hundreds of notifications and messages, and it looked like they were all asking about Milka.

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

"Because without this, you'd die alone and untouched. At least now you have options. Some guys out there are actually considering it, Eva. They're actually willing to overlook how repulsive you are. If that's not a gift, I don't know what is." "Honestly, I'm shocked anyone's interested," Marcus chimed in, leaning closer to look at the phone. "I mean, looking at that photo? I almost threw up. All those rolls and dimples and—Jesus Christ, it's like looking at a before picture in a weight loss ad."

“This. This is exactly why, Sir. I want to taste you. I want you to please me most hotly. And, please, don’t just fck me with your finger. I want—Oooooh! I want your cck. I want your big cck ramming me deep and hard, fcking me like I’m a sx-starved slt. Just... ugh! Just f*ck my brains out, will you?!” Since when did this timid woman learn to talk dirty? Whatever. He has no ability to refuse right now. Which was weird because he was not the type of guy who was easily swayed to have casual s*x. He doesn’t easily give in to the advances of women. But, this time, all the pores of his body were screaming only one thing at him... F*CK HER. HARD. NOW. And he did. Noah didn’t even notice when his l

"My son's sweet little girlfriend with his daddy's cock in her throat, paint on her ass, pussy still dripping." He pulls back and pushes deeper, and I gag around him and spit pours down my chin. "If only he could see you right now." He pulls out and spits in my open mouth, and the shock of it jolts straight between my legs. He pushes back in, and I take him deeper, my nose pressing against his stomach, his cock filling my throat. The gag reflex makes my eyes stream, but I hold him there because the groan he makes when I do is the filthiest, most satisfying sound I've ever heard a man make.

"You like taking me here? Where could anyone hear?" I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but nod frantically against his palm, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode out the overwhelming sensation. The humiliation of the position, bent over in a dirty bathroom stall, pants around my ankles, being taken so roughly, should have horrified me. Instead, it was pushing me closer to the edge, the illicit nature of the act acting like a drug. "Good," he grunted, satisfied by my submission. "Then take it."