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I feel the raw, aching need between us. His pace quickens suddenly. His hands lift me up and then slam me down hard. The desk groans in protest beneath us. I scream as my body starts to shake. The pleasure explodes through me like a beautiful firework. He groans right after me. His cock twitches wildly. I feel him spill inside me. Hot cum floods my pussy in thick pulses. The warmth spreads everywhere and mixes with my own juices. That sensation triggers my final orgasm. It arrives as a stunning wave of pure bliss. My pussy milks him dry with rhythmic squeezes. We cling to each other desperately. Romance seals the moment forever. The smut we just shared stands as a testament to our unbreakabl

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

Patricia turned her head toward me, cum still dripping from her lips, and smiled weakly, her face dripping, and kissed me instant within an heartbeat slow and sloppy. We shared the last load between our tongues, moaning softly in the other's throat. I looked up at the men, cum dripping from my eyelashes. I smiled. “Feel better now, babe?” I laughed through the exhaustion, my voice hoarse as hell. “Yeah… I feel a lot better.” Outside, the gala was probably still going on. Damien was probably still shaking hands and smiling for pictures, completely clueless that his wife and her best friend had just been turned into cum-soaked, piss-drinking sluts by his biggest donors and rival.

My breath hitched when his fingers glided to my center. “Look at you… you are so beautiful and sexy right now and all mine,” he said and chuckled. “And you're already so wet and I didn't even do anything,” he said with a smirk. “Were you thinking of me touching you? Tell me, my love.” I chewed my bottom lip when he rubbed my pussy with two fingers, gliding between the folds. I shuddered and moaned when he pressed my clit with the pad of his thumb, making me feel more turned on than before.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

A smirk formed on his lips. "Looks like I've quite made an exquisite masterpiece," he sexily uttered making Sumire's face turn red in embarrassment and she immediately submerged her body in the water filled with petals. "Yeah, you made one of a hell and heavenly art on my body." Sumire shyly said, curving her lips into a naughty smile that Mort broke into a sexy chuckle. "Making you scream in pleasure and smile is my favorite thing to do now."

Thick drops of precum dribble down his slit, sliding down to land on his stomach— Miyamura’s grip on his cock preventing him from enjoying a full orgasm. The feeling of being half-full and yet, half-empty has him twisting around in frustration. “Y-You bastard…”. “Yes. I’m a bastard, Sorahiko”. The obscene sound made as his fingers slide out of Sorahiko, leaves the omega blushing in embarrassment. Much to Sorahiko’s mortification— those fingers find their way into Miyamura’s mouth. He presses them against his tongue, sucking slowly, never breaking eye contact as he waits for Sorahiko to react.

He smacked my ass, then lifted me up slowly until only the tip remained inside before dropping me back down. He kept doing it — lifting me and letting me fall. It felt like I was on an amusement ride, except on this ride my insides were getting rearranged every time I came down. He continued until that familiar burning sensation started building. I gripped onto his legs, leaning forward a little, and started fucking myself faster on his cock. Giving him a perfect view of my greedy pussy swallowing him. “Fuck, you’re close, huh?” He smacked my ass again. “Cum for me. Cream my cock.”

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

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