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“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

she teases Jenny. "Have you forgotten already? We own a small bakery and I can hear our bakers talking about those things. And sometimes from our regular customers, their mothers actually are the ones sharing those stories to my mother," Jenny explained to her. Ara nodded. "So you think I should tell my parents the truth?" "Of course! And why is it that you still have to hide or keep it from your parents when you are not hurting anyone? You are both single and your parents are not against your relationship."

I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.

Her chest was bouncing as well which Raphael sucked. Shaine felt it herself the building up orgasm in her stomach so she fastened her pace. Raphael was grunting as well as he felt Shaine’s wall tightening, gripping his manhood on a force. “Shit! Fuck! That’s it, baby! You’re so tight!! Damn!! You’ve been fucked and gangbanged already but you’re still so tight!” “Who’s better? Is it me or your fianceè?” Shaine asked while bouncing. Raphael cursed. “It’s you, shit! You’re the best fucker! Your cunt is perfect than her!!”

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

Content Warning Dear Readers, Starting from this chapter, the story delves into darker and more intense themes that may not be suitable for all audiences. This includes explicit sexual content, BDSM dynamics, strong language, graphic violence, blood, references to drug use, emotional manipulation, and other mature or potentially triggering material. Please proceed with caution and take care of your mental and emotional well-being. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This story is intended for a mature audience (18+) and explores complex relationships and emotions within a fictional context.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle