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“Oh, shit. Yes. Fuck, sofia.” “I’m coming. I’m coming.” “I love you, Sofia.” “I’m so glad you’re okay.” “Holy fuck, yes.” Their slurs and curses filled the room as we all came together. Mike poured down my throat and Luca filled my pussy, while Michael release shot into my ass. I felt them throbbing against me. I arched my back away from Nico as my entire body contracted, shaking with the electric pleasure that nearly blinded me. Luca continued to fuck me, stroking against my clit as it prolonged my pleasure. One orgasm turned into two, and soon all the five brothers were buried into my body as I came for the third time.

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

I finished, cleaned up, and changed into my pyjamas so that the blackness could carry me away from it all. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. _____________________________________________________________ Fourth Chapter!!! How Is it ? Word Count: 588

Dear readers, This is the latest chapter of the book, but I recommend waiting for the updated versions of previous chapters before continuing. I understand that many of you have paid to read those chapters, and it's important that the content reflects the story correctly. I’ve already revised the chapters, specifically from 61 to 70, and they are now under review by my editor. Once approved, the original content will be updated. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused, and I appreciate your understanding and patience during this process <3

“You guys actually did this.” Megan slung her arm around my shoulder. “Of course. You think we were going to let you just walk in like it’s any normal day?” Jonathan nodded. “Yeah, no. We don’t do normal around here.” Jimmy handed me a drink with an exaggerated flourish. “To the queen who has finally returned.” I laughed and clinked my cup with his. The music was cheerful, jovial, something off the playlist, known as Chaotic Vibes Only...which Jonathan claimed was relaxation by its own rights.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

Jax groaned, his hips snapping against her ass. Then she felt a thick, lubed finger press against her other hole. She tensed. “Relax, legacy,” a calm voice soothed, even as the finger pushed in, working her open. “Gonna fill this sweet ass next. Gonna make you take cock in every hole at once. That’s how you become a Phi Kap bitch.”

I gasped, a breathy sound mixing pain and something else, my pussy clenching involuntarily. Emotions swirled—humiliation at being treated like this, fear of the next strike, but underneath, a bratty spark of excitement that made me arch just a little. "Two," I managed, tears blurring my vision as the burn intensified. My skin pulsed, a deep ache settling in, but by the third—"Three!"—the pain began to shift. A weird warmth spread, mingling with pleasure, each smack sending flutters straight to my pussy. It clenched again, tighter, a tingle building in my clit that confused me, making my yelp turn into a gasp that bordered on a moan.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

Time was speeding by and my pussy was growing sore, I didn't realize what time it was until my eyes caught the hands of the wall clock. It was almost four in the morning. Was Bobby not a maniac? Why hadn't he spilled? Had he taken hard drugs to aid him pucking for a long period? "I want you to ride me like you do him." He bit my ears. "I can't," I replied to him weakly. "You can't?" He hissed, angered by my words. He turned me doggy style and continued to puck me. Another twenty minutes crawled by before he finally spilled. "You're not going anywhere today, Lily. It's me and you." He planted me in the bed beside him.