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CHAPTER 3 The hooligan laughed, slowly taking off my panties and completely exposing my entrance. He rubbed his nose a little bit, ducking it. He reached my sleeping clitoris, lightly licking its tip. “Do you like it?” In reply to his question, I moaned again until he shoved one of his artistic fingers into my pussy. I felt like everything was burning inside me. “You’re such hot stuff,” he snorted, sliding his tongue on my neck. At the

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

It was very different from my ex-boyfriend's romance. I looked away several times as he continued to taste my healthy breasts. Maybe because he was lying down for a long time, he felt thirsty so he thought he could get milk from my breasts if he could suck the ud*ng, it was like he wanted to remove my blood. He was gnashing hard and he didn't stop it, that's why my moaning got louder. When he got tired he slid down and kissed my navel then he stopped between my legs. "I like the color of your p*ssy, it's reddish."

“Ah... Your c*ck is too big... You’re going to break me...” Eric was startled by her groaning, and he hurriedly covered her mouth with his hand. “Be professional,” he scolded her. “Those don’t sound like sex noises. They sound like the noises someone would make while being abused!” Crystal thought about it for a minute. She tried to remember what the heroines in porn sounded like, and she tried again. “Hmm...” she groaned. “I’m hot... Yes, yes... that’s it... that’s it... That’s what Momma likes...”

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**

I couldn’t help but wonder what would matter more if I was caught. My awkward posture or the sight of my horny face and the sound of my fingers hitting the walls of my wet pussy. Fuck!! That was all the fuel I needed to work it harder. I didn’t care that my slippery music was now louder or that my hand had involuntarily slipped away from my mouth, allowing loud moans to escape from it. You should care if you’re touching yourself in a public bathroom. At least dignified women do….but like I said, it’s a craze.

I delicately put one of the earbuds in, and then the other one followed. I took my phone and let it face the room so I could once again check if there was anyone besides me in it. When I convinced myself I was alone, I opened the incognito mode on my browser and searched for my favorite artist on the hub. While I was a visual person, sometimes I liked my p**n with audio. I played a random video, whose description I liked, and then I left my phone near my head. A male voice spoke, and I let it engulf me. “Are you ready, babygirl?” The voice was deep and hoarse and instantly made my panties wet. “Because I’m about to take you for a ride.” I sighed and lowered my hand to my lonely pussy. I st

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

I came with a sob, hips bucking wildly against their faces and hands. They kept me there, on the edge of overstimulation, for what felt like forever. Mouths and fingers everywhere. Four hands on my tits at once. Two tongues taking turns on my clit. Fingers rotating in and out of my pussy—sometimes two, sometimes three, sometimes four stretching me open. They talked constantly, their voices low and raw. “Such a greedy little slut.” “Look how her holes are clenching.” “Bet she’d take all our cocks so well.”

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe