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I imagined her getting up, opening her legs further, and pleading with me to have sex with her. The tension was great, short gasps in my breaths. I bent forward and looked at the way her boobs moved a little as she breathed. I felt my cock throb in my hand, oil dripping on my shaft. At last it came, waves of pleasure crashing, and I came hard, and the ropes of thick cum flew out, and splattered upon the floor between us. “Oh, fuck, Lena,” I groaned, the sound tearing out of my throat louder than I had wanted it to be, and my body trembling. “Yes Lena, fuckkk.” Her eyes fluttered open. 'What are you doing?' The voice of Lena was drowsy and keen, and she awoke slowly, the sheet slipping down t

The movement heightened her arousal, causing Rula to feel sensations she had never felt before during sex with any male. "Um!" Rula let out a breath. Her fingertips began to scratch Rondolf's shoulder. "This is crazy!" "Just do what I do, Rula," Rondolf said quietly. Rula's pointed fingernails with clawed ends pierced his spine, but he didn't care. Rula got a hug back from the man. "I'll show you something new." In front of Rula's beautiful face, Rondolf moved his fingers as if bewitch her. "You understand?"

Max had only been someone she fancied but her main aim was fleeing with half of his wealth and settle with Ryan in a countryside and she would make sure no one jeopardises her plans. The tension was filthy raw, so arousing. Her body went from warm heat to molten, her breast ached firm and hard pressing against his hard chest. Her core was drenched with wetness, dripping into her dress and instinctively, Ryan's hands crept in, cupping the soft firm mounds. "Ahhh fuck.. yeah! " Ruth cried out, breathless, her weight relaxed fully on Ryan's strong hands, her eyes shut, enjoying the sensations that coursed through her body.

Ruth's boyfriend was behind her, his dick buried in her ass, holding her digital camera as he took a picture in the mirror. She clicked on the next one. They must have set the timer on this one, because it showed Kelly straddling her boyfriend, with just the head of his dick nestled in her pussy. Mr. Lesnar made a small, disgusted sound, and Ruth took that as her cue to click the next picture, which was a close up of her boyfriend's dick resting against Kelly's ass, globs of cum dripping down her smooth skin. she let go of the mouse and turned the chair to look at Mr. Lesnar. "Not that bad, you think?" He was staring at the screen, his mouth open slightly. "She's not just a slut," he finally

His hands were hard on her body. Not gentle. Not careful. He understood what she needed to be touched like she was still human, still capable of pleasure, still worthy of desire. She stripped her clothes off like she was shedding a second skin. Eight months of being covered, of being reduced to a number, of being invisible. Now she wanted to be seen. Wanted to be wanted. She pushed him onto the couch and straddled him, taking control. "Don't hold back," she said. He didn't. The sex was brutal. Raw. There was no foreplay, no slow build, no moment of connection. It was two people who'd experienced loss meeting in the middle and using each other's body to forget.

"Do not ever test my patience by asking for a second chance when you put my son in danger." Maren felt a profound chill race down her spine as she witnessed the true depth of his ruthless authority. He was destroying a man's livelihood over a chaotic situation she had caused by insisting on leaving the penthouse against their advice. She could not stand by and watch another innocent person suffer under the crushing weight of his dictatorial rules.

“Yes, like that.” “And I,” Rhett had stripped off naked and Aislen felt the heat of his skin against her back. He slid her underwear to the ground and released her bra, before angling his c-ck between her legs, thrusting into the v of her thighs, rubbing through her folds without penetrating. “I like come. The texture of it, the sensation of it drying on my skin. The look of my come on my lover. I like to do obscene things with it,” his voice dropped, hoarsening, and becoming breathless as he aroused himself both with her body and with his own words. “The more obscene the better.”

Alan stood up at once. the only thing he was proud of in his life was his passion of being that top model that everybody wants and now when he saw his name in the second place, he clenched his fists in rage. The rage was so steamy that his nails tore down his flesh making his palm bleed out of his closed fist.

I'm a weathering mess when he has three fingers inside of me, I'm so wet and ready for everything. There is no resistance, this time I want this, I'm in control. I buckled my hips asking for me. I have no shame left. "Please, fuck me." Letting his assault on my pussy go he takes my mouth in another one of his punishing kisses. "why?" I ask between them. He shifted as I felt his member in between my legs. "because I fucking hate it. Now, shut up." I felt good at first, the way he slaps his dick on my lips teasing me. Then the sharp stink of his brutal thrust in me. "Killian," I moaned letting go. it is done. I have done it, finally.

It doesn’t allow for omissions or half-truths—it drags everything into the open and demands blood for it. “Theo,” I say carefully, steadying my breathing. “You’re letting instinct talk.” “And you’re letting him get too close,” he fires back. His eyes glow faintly, a red-gold light bleeding through the darkness. Not dominance. Possession sharpened by fear. “You smell like Devereaux territory,” he says. “Do you know what that does to me?” Disgust twists in my stomach—not at him, but at the Council that orchestrated this fracture so easily.