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His slight grin confirmed he wasn't angry. My hands traveled down his body as I went to my knees. "I've been very bad and need to make it up to you." His eyes glowed with need. I enjoyed giving a blow job in the shower. There was something more erotic about it. I put all my tricks into play. When my fingers traveled the crevice of Brack's ass, he stopped my exploration. The man needed to get over his hang up. Though I'd never done it, I heard stimulating a man's prostate gave an intense orgasm. He'd said my ass first and I'd hold him to it. I couldn't believe the thrill that shot through me at the thought of him taking me there. Then it would be his turn and, hell, I'd tie him down if needed

His slight grin confirmed he wasn’t angry. My hands traveled down his body as I went to my knees. “I’ve been very bad and need to make it up to you.” His eyes glowed with need. I enjoyed giving a blow job in the shower. There was something more erotic about it. I put all my tricks into play. When my fingers traveled the crevice of Brack’s ass, he stopped my exploration. The man needed to get over his hang up. Though I’d never done it, I heard stimulating a man’s prostate gave an intense orgasm. He’d said my ass first and I’d hold him to it. I couldn’t believe the thrill that shot through me at the thought of him taking me there. Then it would be his turn and, hell, I’d tie him down if needed

"Why are you so soft? It feels like a fucking pussy down there, is that supposed to be how it feels or have you been messing around?” “I’ve…I've not,” I tried to hold back my moans but his fingers pressed against my prostate once more making me shudder and gasp. “With how readily you spread your ass for me, I'm quite in doubt,” he thrust further in, making sure to keep rubbing against my prostate. “You like this spot, don't you? You can barely even hold back your moans.”

They won’t hurt me, I tell myself. “Zared, Celeste is going to teach me how to milk your prostate,” Dysnomia sounds genuinely excited. “What? I’m not a cow” “Dysnomia told me she found a spot that really turned you on. That’s your prostate. When stimulated correctly it’s very enjoyable,” Celeste enlightens me. “Now dear, first we lube him up,” I feel the cold gel land on my asshole. Her fingers warm, firm and gentle follow. She massages my hole, helping me relax.

“Breathe. Relax. Let me in.” “I can’t relax when you’re—oh god—” “When I’m what? Eating your ass? Fingering you?” I work deeper, searching, and when I find his prostate he nearly collapses. “Holy fuck—what—” “That’s your prostate. And I’m going to torture it until you’re sobbing.” I stroke over it deliberately and he makes this wrecked sound. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Bet you’ve never let anyone touch you here.” “No—never—fuck—”

Lucas thought his life was perfect. He had almost everything. Everything was complete, and he couldn't complain about his life. But that changed when his grandfather passed away. For the first time, he faced a problem that might ruin his life entirely. Willy, Lucas's friend, asked if he agreed with his idea. Lucas was at Willy's apartment, sitting on the balcony, enjoying the breathtaking view of the night. "What else can she do besides agreeing? She no longer needs to work as a prostitute, and I will give her a lot of money. She only needs to be my wife for a few months, and everything will be over." Lucas was desperate, thinking that there was only a dead-end for his problem. For the first

I was enraged now, how he insulted my abilities, while the only thing he's good at is avoiding an STD. "Why don't you check yourself," I whispered, "I'm the one that is going to make you filthy rich in the next few years. And next time you want to insult my capabilities, why don't you come back and bash me when you've learned to do something else besides snort crack and hire prostitutes." Complete, and utter silence. Even the security guard on the phone hung up to see what was going to happen next. Sebastian raised his finger and pointed it straight at my nose. "Watch yourself!" He whispered fiercely.

He stepped back, his voice filled with mockery. Azrael moved towards me and slowly slipped the massager inside my hole. I couldn't resist or shake, the strap held my body in place. The moment it turned on, my body seized and a loud guttural moan ripped through my throat. Drool slipped down from my lips as my head dropped. The massager vibrated on my prostate mercilessly, stopping every ten seconds before starting up again after a ten second pause, all while my prostate kept getting edged and denied.

Every time it vibrates it always hit my prostate and making it more pleasurable. "Je-Jesus!" Raising my voice and breathed heavily. "You okay, darling?" An old lady beside us asked me. Dr. Karsyn just watched us and unbothered. Quite a few tables was looking at me. "Y-Yes, Mam. The food was so great that made me scream," lied to her just to give reasons.