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I lay sprawled on our massive master bed in the pitch-dark room, the only light coming from my laptop screen glowing obscenely in front of me. My nightgown was bunched up around my waist, legs spread wide like a whore in heat. On the screen, the most disgusting, filthy gangbang p**n I could find played at full volume. A curvy woman just like me was being completely destroyed—three thick cocks slamming into her throat at once, stretching her mouth into a grotesque, drooling mess while a fourth man brutally ruined her pussy, pounding her so hard her whole body shook.

Aurore moaned. A thick crotch rope ground harshly against her swollen clit and slick folds. He yanked it viciously upward. “Look at this greedy little cunt already dripping for me,” he degraded her. “Such a beautiful Nyampinga acting like a desperate whore.” Weighted Ben Wa balls stretched her soaked pussy. An inflatable plug filled her ass with insistent fullness. Strong nipple clamps bit down cruelly. Bound and stuffed, Aurore trembled as the warm breeze teased her overheated body.

My body rocked violently between them, drool running down my chin as my holes were brutally used. The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, mixed with our desperate moans. The rogues fucked us like animals on a timer — hard, fast, and merciless. Rita’s tits bounced wildly as she was double-penetrated, her belly already slightly swollen from the previous loads. “Harder! Knot me before they get here!” she begged, voice hoarse and dripping with lust. “I want Keiran to see me locked on real cock!”

Are her movements still too stiff? "Can I be a little vulgar?" asked Angga as he moistened the small bulge at the front of Maureen's hole with the tip of his tongue. "It might sound pornographic to you." "What the hell is asking for permission?" Between wanting to see Angga's game and being annoyed that he kept questioning her, Maureen tried to sit against the headboard. Angga crawled up the bed, opening the gap that Maureen had closed. He lay down on Maureen's right groin, chasing his new toy there.

Cain closed the door and turned to face me as I ran a hand through my hair, attempting to regain composure. "What did he say?" I asked. "Something that could have waited until morning." He watched me with a wary gaze, his eyebrows drawn together slightly. "Why did you pull away so quickly?" He asked slowly. "You said we couldn't have sex," I told him honestly. "That wasn't sex" "It was foreplay," I countered, "which, by definition, leads to other things." He let out a long sigh, a rather angry expression still plastered on his face. "I need another cold shower," he said, beginning to walk back towards the bathroom.

she sat on her chair right opposite him but farther from the bed Him saw her laptop closed halfway with the Skype application running "You still video call him?" "Uhh No," she ran across, closed her laptop quickly, and put it in her wardrobe. She knew he was right, she was on a call with her online boyfriend who doesn't stay in the same country as her and they had no plans of seeing each other. They just sex chat, have random video calls and she sends nude photos to him occasionally. "What did I tell you about that guy?"

She opens the door and my sharp eyes get a clue of the madness I signed up for; Sex cross, bondage furniture, a dangling whip… My heart skips and my thighs clap tighter, putting pressure on my swollen clit. I’m going wild… And these three demons are awakening the bad effects of the viagra. Oh, god. The most I and Ambrose have done is a 69 and he sucks at it too. Giovanni waves off the lady, eyes pinned on me the whole time. He slowly advances towards me, hard jaws clenching. “We’re not patient men.” He grips my arm.

⚠️ Author’s Note – Mature Content Warning ⚠️ Hey, lovely readers! Just a quick heads-up — this chapter contains explicit sexual scenes that are intense and may not be suitable for all audiences. Please read with caution if you're sensitive to dark, mature themes. Also, I’ll be honest — I'm still learning how to write erotic scenes, so this might not be perfect, but I poured my effort into it and truly hope it delivers the heat and emotion you're craving. 🖤

Fuck. He should have shut down his laptop but he was already pulled into the world of pleasure she had on full display for any one who cared to watch. He navigated to one more video and instantly regretted it. It was a video of a gang bang and watching the male actors take turns with her, stretching her out and bending her in every position conceivable by the human mind filled him with a silent rage. What made it worse was the fact that she obviously enjoyed every bit of it, bobbing her head up and down the shaft of one’s cock, having another stretch out and pound her pussy, another pull her nipples and another stand watching all the action while jerking off and releasing his cum all over he

“Here’s a screenshot of your account, complete with a picture of you holding—oh, what’s this?—three different women in three different months. Care to explain, or should we just applaud your dedication to diversity?” Raghav’s face went through a range of emotions—anger, shock, and finally, panic. His mother, Mrs. Arora, looked ready to explode. “That’s obviously fake!” she snapped. “Someone must have edited those pictures to tarnish my son’s spotless reputation!” “Spotless?” I laughed. “Let’s move on, then. Shall we discuss your precious son’s work /business ethics? Because according to my research—and by research, I mean the first page of G****e, that I checked sitting here in front of you—