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Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

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“I knew you’d look so fucking good taking Daddy’s cock.” Mr. Collins started moving again, with slow and delibrate, deep rolls of his hips that made his thick cock hit every sensitive inch inside me. The wet, sound of my pussy sucking him in and out filled the shower. Ria’s fingers pinched and rolled my nipples while she kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving little marks.

Such a dirty little slut you are, Lila. I moaned softly at his words, my hips shifting restlessly. He opened the bag and pulled out several new toys. A thick vibrating dildo, a small butt plug, nipple clamps with a chain, and a riding crop. My breathing quickened at the sight. We are going to play hard tonight, he said. I am going to edge you until you are begging and crying, then I am going to make you come so many times you will not be able to think straight. He started by attaching the nipple clamps. I gasped sharply as the metal bit into my sensitive peaks.

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The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

“Sleep well.” I went upstairs fast. My heart beat hard. In my room, I took off all my clothes and got under the covers. I slid my hand between my legs. My fingers found my clit right away. It was swollen and wet. I rubbed slow circles. “Xavier…” I whispered to myself. I pushed two fingers inside my pussy. It was so slick. I moved them in and out faster. My other hand pinched my nipple hard. I moaned into the pillow. “Oh god… yes…”