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Never had three experienced, dripping-wet MILFs focused entirely on him. Samantha knelt on his left, peeling the rest of her bikini away. Her shaved pussy glistened in the fading light, swollen lips already parted and shining. She cupped one heavy breast, smearing his cum across her nipple, then pinched it hard. “Look how wet you made me, Ethan,” she whispered. “I’ve been dripping since the moment I saw that bulge in your trunks.”

He must have come in through the loose screen in the bathroom window—his preferred entrance. "You missed quite an adventure tonight," I whispered, filling a glass. Midnight tilted his head as if genuinely interested in my midnight swim. I smiled, leaning against the counter. "I went skinny-dipping with Rafael. Can you believe it? Me, Samantha Ellis, naked in a lake after dark."

That tattoo wasn’t just decoration; it was a declaration of power, endurance, and survival. She realized too late that she was staring for far too long. That she had not looked away, and had not even blinked. Sacred tilted his head slightly, watching her with eyes that seemed to strip her bare without even trying. His face gave nothing away, his expression unreadable; neither cold nor warm, neither mocking nor kind. And then, in a voice that was rough, low, and unrestrained, he shattered the silence… “Do you want to fuck me?”

"Don't get me angry. We will move to step three quickly, and you are not going to like it. So just cooperate and let me have fun with you." Samantha glared at Grant. She hadn't expected a handsome man like him to be so sadistic. She knew that his threats were not empty, seeing that long whip. Samantha was scared for her life, as she didn't want to have any mark on her beautiful body. She was a top model, and she tried to beg Grant, but her lips were shut, and she couldn't beg him other than to stare at him with tearful eyes. Grant admired the soft feel of Samantha's body. His right hand trailed over her body, and he could feel his own erection.

said Samantha with difficulty as she tried to distance herself from Tristan. However, the more Samantha tried to move away, Tristan hugged her waist, touching her stomach and making her unable to move. However, Samantha kept asking for the same opportunity to touch Tristan's penis, so they could get the same pleasure. However, Tristan just smiles and flips Samantha's body over again, this time sideways with one leg raised and without hesitation, Tristan thrusts his cock back into Samantha's pussy, pounding her mercilessly until they finally climax with Tristan spewing all the cum he has inside Samantha and dropping his body on Luna's chest with their sweat mixing together.

Sammy begins to panic at this thought and attempts to move her head when the realization that she is unable to move strikes her. With so much concern of Sammy's being focused on the all white room she's in, she hadn't noticed that she is actually strapped to some sort of table while in a standing, upright position. She has multiple tight, wide black straps running across her body, constraining all movement of hers. There are straps constraining her ankles, arms, and even her forehead. However, as Sammy attempts to examine the straps further, she is also able to now see that every piece of her clothing has also been removed and is strapped to the table fully nude.

, I joke to see her reaction. "Tss, shut up! Can we go now?" Samantha snapped, her face tight. The fun, joking mood I was trying to create was clearly failing. I needed to try something else, something more direct, but still, keep it light. "Alright, alright, no need to get your stilettos in a twist," I said, holding up my hands in mock surrender. "But seriously, are you sure you're okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. Did you finally realize how incredibly handsome I am and it scared you?"

She looked sideways and saw a man strapped to a chair, his mouth covered with what looked like a metal strap. “Who is that?” She almost screeched. Tessa smiled. She bounced to the man and then jumped on him, straddling him as she would a lover. “This is my new present, Sammy. This is who I’m interested in. Wanna watch?” “What?” Samantha’s terror was closing in on her again. “Please don’t. Don’t do this to me.” “Watch us, Sammy. It’ll be fun, I promise.” She started to unbuckle his jeans. “Don’t take your eyes off, please.”

she purred, standing up. She stripped off her dress, slow and teasing, swaying her hips as the fabric dropped. No underwear. Totally naked and completely unbothered that we weren’t alone. “Like what you see, big guy?” she teased, cupping her breasts and giving them a squeeze. “Damn, shake those booties for me, babe,” Sam laughed. She leaned down on me, giving him a clear view of her ass. “Sh*t, look at that pussy,” Sam hissed, already rubbing himself.

Luna Sara quickly took pictures of Samantha's face with a camera from her purse. "Can't I see your back and stomach?" Luna Sara asked. Samantha lifted her shirt and Luna Sara hissed at the sight of so many injures. She took pictures of her stomach, back, arms and legs. Luna Sara had tears in her eyes when they finished. "Let's change your shirt and take care of your hair now" Luna Sara said.