Novel & Cerita Reckless Funke Novel

#ROAD_TO_ABUJA 💦 🔞 🛣🚗 (An adventurous and erotic story) Chapter 1 🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧 🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧 🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧

I decided to take another step. "Do you know what CFNM means?"' I asked her cautiously. "Clothed Female, Naked Male," she replied with a smirk. "You've done some homework," I said, smiling. "I fantasize about that Karen, it would make the feeling of being your slave more... complete." "Oh, I think that's hot, I've imagined it just that way Jack." "Okay, and now it's my turn to be weird," I said, "in a lot of my fantasies I'm, uh... I'm on a collar and leash. And the woman uses the leash to... make me do things. Is that too weird for you?"

Having encountered plenty of men like him, I paid him no mind at all. Carl's eyes were on me the whole time as I drank with these businessmen and deftly negotiated with them. When I had finally signed my first-ever business deal worth ten million dollars, Carl opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it once more without saying anything and continued to stare at me. I ended up drinking a bit too much and felt a little dizzy when I stood up. Carl hurried over to keep me steady. It was then that he said something strange. "Sorry. I never wanted to humiliate you."

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >

"This is all your fault for being so greedy. Don't blame me if you can't paint anymore!" By the time all ten of my fingers were broken, I couldn't make a sound anymore. As I teetered on the brink of unconsciousness from the pain, someone finally arrived. It was Felix. He stood frozen, his face pale with fury as he took in the chaos around him. "What the hell are you doing? Who gave you permission to come here?"

Marcus finally pulled out, cum leaking from my inner thighs. He still used his fingers to push some of it back inside me, his touch surprisingly gentle yet commanding. “Keep me inside you tonight,” he murmured, pressing the spare keycard into my palm. “Text me when you’re safe.” I straightened my clothes as best as I could, my legs were still shaking when I slipped out of the library first, limping across the dark campus back to my hostel. Every step sent a sweet ache through my pussy, reminding me of how well he had fucked me and stretched me, I smiled sheepishly in the dark shadows.

I watch as she grabs his hair and begins taping his mouth shut as he struggles to spit it out. I like her ways. Dark… yet satisfying. I smile internally as I back up and shift back. We’re almost out of time. “Milena, time to go! Fuck!” I shout as I bring down one of the heavy racks over Raze’s body so he doesn’t somehow get out. We break into a run, heading to the door. Once out, she locks it and then looks me over. “Never thought I’d see you running naked.” She snickers, still able to tease even though we have less than forty seconds to get the hell out of here. I’m grabbing her as I shift; with her on my back, I’m leaping down the halls as fast as possible.

The man who kept his mother's reading room exactly as she left it, who had staff that spoke of his home as a sanctuary, who read classic literature before bed—he seemed far more complex than Jane had admitted. --- By 9 PM, the penthouse was unrecognizable. Music blasted from speakers in every room, the new white furniture was already stained with wine, and fifty strangers… "friends" Jane had arranged…filled the space with noise and chaos. Lyra moved through the crowd in a tight black dress she would never have chosen for herself, smiling and greeting people she didn't know. Most were wealthy socialites who clearly thought they were attending one of Jane McCormick's famous parties. "Mrs. Blac

John confessed, looking embarrassingly at the rest of the guys. “Excuse you?! Did I just hear you call your miserable cashew nut a cock?” Anna laughed hard, hitting her laps too. “Cocks and dicks, are for real men. From five inches, maybe… but you see your play things? Their pricks. Needles prick people. Needles are tiny. Your penises are tinier, so PRICK! Understood?!” she barked and the men nodded fast. “I'll rephrase that again madam.” John squeaked, “My… prick… is so small—”

I cum first. Squeeze him. Shake all over. He shoots again. Fills me more. Cum bubbles out. Runs down. I collapse on him. Bodies stick. Wet and gross. Infection complete. I rise. Eyes milky. Urge to spread it. We leave the room. Find more survivors. My pussy hurts but craves more. Zeke follows in and his cock dangles, ready. We hunt together; rape and infect. Horde grows. Screams long gone; only moans left.