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My body responded uncontrollably as I pictured his face, hungry and soft, staring at me as he thrusted his big hard dick deep inside my already socking pussy. “I miss you, Marco,” I moaned, my finger moving faster like the way he would thrust his dick fast inside my pink pussy. The pleasure spread inside me, hot as I curled my legs, gripping my skirt. “ Ahhh… Marco…” My body shook, my lips spilling his name again, softer this time wishing he could just claim me as I laid here. I was slowly reaching my climax as I cried out softly, “Ahh… yess…” My body trembled and relaxed as the journal lay open beside me, Rafael’s name, those initials “G.M.”, staring back at me even as I released my cum.

“Pedro was standing in front of me, stroking his cock slowly but his eyes never left mine. He watched as my cheek burned. He watched how I rolled my eyes from the pleasure I was receiving from Nick and David as they drove me hard.” David leaned forward, his chest was closer to my back. One of his arms reached underneath me as his finger finally found my clit. He didn't tease me, instead, he rubbed it fast exactly the way I needed him to do it. I arched my back more and the pleasure hit me all at once. “I felt like I was going to cry, trembling under all of them, my thighs shook as my hands clawed at the floor grabbing at the rug desperate to stay grounded.”

Taking out one, I closed back the drawer and walked down to the garage where I put the contact in the glove compartment of my car so I don’t forget it. Walking into my room, my eyes landed on one of the books Nyla was reading while she was here. Walking up closer, I picked it up and saw that it was one of the books from my library titled “Controlling Her Every Pleasure.” This book was one of my favorites, as it tells the story of a woman and a man exploring new things in their sexual relationship that had died after she had a baby. It also showcases exactly what I do. I dominate women, but only in bed. I like to have control over their sexual needs, telling them what to do and when to come.

"Oh, one of your new sluts is a bondage slut?" "Sort of. She said she needs to feel pain with her pleasure. She hasn't really gotten what she needs in the last few years since her husband passed. I'm just not sure if I can really help her." Cherry loving placed her hand on Gio's cheek. "You're a good boy, Gio. You are without a doubt the one to help each of your women. I've seen all kinds running this store. You care about your women. Not a lot of men nowadays understand that to be a Dom doesn't mean to command and take what you want but to command and give your subs what they need. I can already see that you want to give your women their wants and needs. You will do just fine, even with a p

The chat flooded within seconds. Names. Tips. Praise. Old subs resurfacing. New ones gasping. But Domica didn’t look at the screen. Her focus was on him. She circled once, slow, dragging her gloved finger along his spine until he shivered. Then came the clamps. She clipped them to his nipples with cold, ritualistic care. Not cruel—but not kind, either. She twisted one, and he moaned around the gag. “You remember how this works, pet,” she purred. “Pleasure is earned. But pain is your privilege.”

Papa stood up and smiled at me sincerely. *** I knocked on Dom's front door. Nervousness overwhelming me. I heard the knob click and he was then in front of me, taking my breath away once again. He gazed at me for a while before speaking. "Come in..." He said in a low voice. We went inside, with Dom leading the way. Today's my second time going inside. And I notice a few more things about his home. I spotted the shelves with various books. I realized that they were a variation of classic novels!

I tremble against him, mumbling and muttering incoherently due to excessive pleasure. His strokes are measured, each one sending a wave of pleasure through me. Soon, I feel myself building towards my climax, my body tensing with anticipation. "Luca, please,", I whisper, arching my back for more. "I'm so close.", my fingers dig into the skin on the back of his neck. I know it barely does anything but leave a scratch. Still, I couldn't help but let my fingers graze the muscles on his back. They were chiseled, each ridge and contour a testament to his strength. My walls clench around him and he groans loudly.

Just enough force to make my body electrocute with pleasure, and make my toes curved in while my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He continued to thrust in and out of me, as I squeezed onto the bed cover to contain the pleasure. “Ahhh, fuck!," I cursed. “Yeah! That's my girl. You're dripping wet." “Huuh, yeah! I'm all wet for daddy,” I replied. He increased his speed, stroking in and out of me speedily and this time roughly. It didn't hurt, just the pleasure knocking out every sense in me. " Ahhhh, yeah. Huuuuh,” I moaned loudly.

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 15 Caught in the Act The world outside the master bedroom had completely ceased to exist for the two of us. We were entirely, utterly lost in each other, drowning in a thick, suffocating ocean of pure, forbidden pleasure. The painful doubts of the previous day, the lingering fear of the future, and the heavy burden of Michael’s dark mafia lifestyle had all melted away into nothingness, replaced by the white-hot intensity of our sweating skin and the rhythmic, desperate movements of our bodies.

It will take a little more in order for me to come, but for now, I lay here and enjoy the sweet torture. Lifting my leg, so my knee rests on the bed, he now has better access to go deeper and harder, and it’s exactly what he does. His breathing becomes harder the closer he gets to releasing himself, and I begin to groan every time he slams into me, hitting me so deep that it causes a brief pain, but it matters none to me. “Please, Sir, come hard…fill me up…” I pant as my Dom uses me for his pleasure.