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Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

This was what it said: [ "Subject: (no subject) Message: Hello Esther. I saw your post on one of the forums about the paranormal and decided to write to the e-mail address you provided. Think I have the information you are looking for. If you want to know more, you have to find me on the Deep Web. In the attachment, I provide you with specific instructions and a link to d******d a special search engine. And remember, to be perfectly safe, use a VPN! See you in the Deep Web. From: the_scarlet_truth." ]

She wasn’t mine. I reopened the laptop, dug deeper. Her Twitter—X, whatever—linked. @ScarletSirenXXX. Verified, 200k followers. Tweets promoting vids: “New scene dropping tonight! Watch me get bred by my ‘brother-in-law.’ Who wants to be next? #BreedingKink #Taboo” Brother-in-law? My blood ran cold. The timestamp: two weeks ago, right after we moved in.

She scratched her temple, yawning as she browsed through the results. One website had this preview, ‘Vampires are on the rise, and the Government is threatened. Suicides and whatnots are only a cover story for the threats posed by these creatures of the night,” which not only intrigued Zheira but also made her heart pound for an unknown reason.

Creepy hot is still creepy. Aurelia snorted, typing back: Tell me about it. Lunch loomed, but her mind drifted to the house. Would Ronan be there when she returned? Touching her mom again, or worse, seeking her out? The thought made her squirm in her chair, pussy clenching at the forbidden promise. Ronan's chaos defied code; he was a virus in her system, rewriting her desires.

If you cross my path I can kill you too… I pick a file from the pile of files on the table and carefully flipped through it. ABBY POV I sip from the mug of tea and placed it back on the table and continued working with my laptop »»Some minutes later »» I sight turning my neck sideways to ease the pain on my neck "You are not getting younger" my mother's voice rang in my head 'Why am I thinking about this now?' I sighed I log in into our company's blog and scrolled down An ad popped up You need a baby without getting married? Cathie's donors are here for you Click here to get to our website

Three months of talking dirty to a ghost. That’s what it felt like. Three months of spilling my guts, my deepest, darkest, most fucked-up fantasies, to a faceless name on a screen: ‘Master’. It started on a whim, a lonely, horny night scrolling through a dating app I was too scared to actually use for dating. I’d swiped right on a profile that was just black silk and a single, commanding line: “Tell me what you need.”

"What? Is everything ok?'' Mary-Kate jumps up, she uses her foot to kick a large box under the coffee table. Riviera pretends as if she hadn't just seen her mother trying to hide the new delivery from A****n. "A****n ships here?'' Riviera shakes her head. She didn't want to get off track. Mary-Kate opens her mouth, trying to think of a lie. ''Is it possible to do astral projection while you sleep?'' Riviera asks. Mary-Kate, who is glad for the subject change, pats the sofa for Riviera to sit. "Honey, what are you asking? Have you come into your powers?'' "I don't think so," Riviera thought up a lie. She didn't want her mother to know the truth. ''Just a book that I'm reading about werewolves

I flipped it open and carried it onto the bed disregarding my stomachs protests …my digestive system apparently got bored and wanted to join in. A defiant act against the pervasive secrecy of the mansion the glowing screen felt like a portal. After taking a deep breath I typed my first prohibited search term into the search bar: The Crimson Order. I then cracked my knuckles like a seasoned hacker or a frustrated novelist. A dizzying array of results appeared instantly from the internet a glorious chaotic beast. The majority were pixelated fuzzy images speculative theories and forum discussions. The crackpot conspiracy websites were tempting but I needed facts not fan fiction about extraterre

He despised the idea of having to deal with romantic relationships. Light pushed aside all other thoughts to focus on the moment. As he gazed at the haunted mansion, he could feel himself getting harder. He was excited to meet Lexi Blackwood. The image of her red, plum pussy had been tormenting his dreams since they received the file. The night after they signed the CNC form they found attached to the “Blackwood” profile on the dark web, they all received a file with a compilation of naked pictures and videos of each member of the Blackwood family.