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low, throaty sounds that made my cheeks flush instantly. 'What the...' I started, sitting up straighter, but Aubrey was frozen, her eyes wide as the video buffered. Two women on screen, tangled in a dimly lit room much like mine, their bodies slick with sweat. One had her head buried between the other's thighs, tongue lapping greedily at a shaved pussy, while the other arched, fingers twisting in her lover's hair. 'Oh fuck, that's not N*****x,' Aubrey whispered, but she didn't hit stop.

He left my side briefly and returned with a small bowl filled with liquid. "Take and drink," he said as he shoved the bowl under my nose. He withdrew at once, grinning widely. The liquid was a bit milky with some dirt at the bottom. When I shook it slightly, the chalky particles rose to the surface and a funky smell filled the air. It wasn't the water that had been given to me. Alarmed, I spilt the contents of the bowl and its wasted droplets went in different directions. The entire troop of lycans sniggered wildly, some hooting and howling in intervals.

“Not if you’re going to let me fuck you.” “Do you have a condom?” “Several,” he responds, then hisses out another stream of curses as I nearly swallow his cock. “Holy shit,” he grunts.

The strong smell wafted through the room instantly, overpowering the sweet fragrance of Lara's lemon air freshener. Their room was painted a cool shade of purple and white with a bunk bed leaning against both side of the room. Posters of Halle Berry, Naomi Campbell and a half naked Latino male model lined the wall. In the far end corner of the room, blouses, jeans and every size bra imaginable were carelessly draped over a chair. Strings of colorful waistbeads dangled from a bent nail on the pastel wall.

*Warning: This chapter contains material you may find distressing, including coarse language and depictions related to themes of sex, rape, abuse and violence. ***** RUM An hour earlier… “HARDER! HARDER, RUM BABY!” My hand shot out to cover those pretty red lips as I continued slamming into her, hard and fast… and wild. “Shut the fuck up!” I hissed. “You want people to hear us!” She shook her head as more moans slipped through her greasy lips. “Oh God… fuck, you’re so good, baby! It’s so big… it’s tearing me apart!”

I watch, transfixed, as ropes of cum fire out of the pulsing rod, staining my dress and burning my stomach through the material. A sound of satisfaction that seems to come from deep in his balls leaves him as his head hangs, watching his penis make a mess of me. “Good,” uncle Connor drawls, lazing back on the couch like a king as his penis softens. “Now, no matter who you fuck, you’ll never forget who claimed that pussy first.” At the sound of rustling behind me, I climb off uncle Connor as fast as I can while he tucks himself away, then I arrange the blanket over myself so that it covers the cum on my gown.

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

He tugged at the material of my panties, straining them and I knew they would rip off soon. "Stop it you pig!" "See what I mean? One of many times where you have had an inappropriate outburst and I will not tolerate it any longer," he told me firmly before giving my panties one last tug, ripping them right off my body into two. I cried out as I was now completely naked and he could have easily raped me right then and there. "That's better," he whispered, his finger trailing up my thigh before slowly running a finger along my clit from the back. I shuddered at his touch as it felt kind of good up until he pressed his fingertip at a very sensitive point just above my entrance which made me whi

The footage was raw, unedited, and filthy. There I was, Zara Lennox, the polished influencer with millions of followers, on all fours, moaning like a whore while Felix destroyed my pussy from behind. My makeup was ruined, mascara running down my cheeks, hair a wild mess. The camera angle showed everything: my tits swinging, my ass rippling with every thrust, the way my pussy stretched around his thick cock. I watched myself cum on camera, screaming, squirting, begging him to fill me. My hand slid between my legs before I even realized what I was doing.

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?