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His tongue pushed inside, claiming me. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fist his shirt. He ground his hard cock against me, one thigh pushing between my legs so I could ride the pressure on my clit. We were making out like animals against the wall, his hand sliding under my top, palming my breast, pinching my nipple—then footsteps echoed down the corridor. Raymond pulled back, breathing ragged, lips swollen. His eyes were pure lust. “Tomorrow,” he said, voice wrecked. “My place. We’re ‘studying’ for that project and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Her naked body pressed against me, her breasts sticky with my cum from before, her thighs wet with our juices. “That was intense,” she said, her voice rough, catching her breath. “Yeah, you’re so sweet,” I said, wiping sweat off my forehead. She looked up at me, her lips curling into a smile, her eyes bright in the dim room. I knew this was risky. If her mom found out, it’d be a mess, probably end my marriage. But I didn’t care. Ariana’s pussy was too tight, too wet, too perfect. I’d been wanting her since I met her, and now that I’d fucked her, heard her moan “Zaddy,” and felt her swallow my cum, I was addicted. I’d never stop fucking her, no matter what.

The vibrating plug had been removed at some point in the frenzy, but the memory of its buzz lingered, making her inner walls clench involuntarily around the emptiness now. The women around her, the brunette with her piercings and the ebony goddess with those hypnotic curves, helped her up with gentle but firm hands, their bodies equally spent and shiny. They pulled her into sloppy, tongue-heavy kisses, their lips sliding wetly against hers, tongues delving deep to share lingering tastes of cum and arousal. "Next time, baby," the brunette whispered against her mouth, nipping her lower lip. "We'll break you properly." The ebony woman chuckled, squeezing Lara's ass one last time, her fingers di

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

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I rocked against their hands desperately, my body betraying how much I fucking loved how they were touching me. Eldric pulled out suddenly and slapped my face with his cock. "Enough, Thorne, take her. I want to see her ride you while she sucks me", he said. Lucien removed his fingers from my needy clit and Thorne withdrew his fingers leaving me aching for his cock. Thorne sat at the edge of the bed leaning against the bedpost with his legs spread. "Come", he said curtly as his hands gripped my waist, dragged me towards him with my back to his chest.

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.

His fist balled, and he slammed his hand back on the bed. I slowly, torturously rubbed my p***y on the tip of his dick. I enjoyed the look on his face. The way he bit his lips, and groaned. But this wasn't torture to him alone. It was to me too. I wanted him. My fragile wolf had spent days wanting him. And his scent wasn't helping me quell that desire. I slide down on his cock, the length reaching my very end. My head fell backwards, my hands on the bed, gripping the blanket.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”