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A very different type of sensation passed through my spine make me shiver with his sansation. His cologne and husky voice was creating weird sensation in my stomach and the word 'making love' has done it's magic. "Xa......Xavier are you drunk ?" i asked him but he totally ignored my question. ignoring your question Xavier moved his head in the crook of my neck placing a wet kisses on my neck. i just close my eyes and hold his shirt tightly feeling the new sensation which is growing in me . then i feel he slowly raise his head traching his thumb pad on my lower lips seductively. i opened my eyes seeing his dark black orbes which is today showing some kind of emotion.

Xander hissed then doubled his speed as he was getting close. "Oh Karis," he said huskily. Then, like a tide, his seeds came filling my brim. Later, I followed after almost releasing my juices. His seeds were so much it spilt out of my pussy. He was breathless; his eyes sparkled as he looked back at me. A grin graced my lips knowing he was satisfied. "That was amazing, but you are like a forbidden fruit I want more." He said as it felt like his limp dick was getting hard again. You got to fucking kidding me.

He hasn’t seen anything yet. This should be classified as torture. I’m strapped down on the spank bench in the club room, arms, legs, torso pinned so tight against the leather I can barely twitch. No escape, no slack. The wand hums relentlessly on my clit, strapped tight between me and the bench, buzzing. My thighs tremble uselessly, my body already wound too tight, and it feels like the damn thing is fusing to me. This is what happens when your boyfriend is your number one subscriber. Xavier told me he had ideas for my stream, said it with that grin that made me forget the filth he’s capable of. Turns out his idea of fun is borderline criminal.

"Oh, did you forget? Not a single word," Xander said with a threatening laugh. In one swift movement, he pulled down her scrub pants and twisted her around, shoving her chest into the wall. He knelt behind her, placing a tiny kiss on each of her cheeks before burying his tongue in her wet heat. He dragged his tongue in one sloppy lick up to the top of her ass crack, spread her ass cheeks, and admired the peak of her swollen, red pussy lips and the wink of her little anus. He pressed his tongue in once more, licking everything he could and drenching her even more.

"Fuck me." Xavier groaned at her words, his hands gripping her hips as he flipped them over in one swift movement, pinning her beneath him. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and dominance as he smirked down at her. "I knew you'd come around," he growled, his voice low and thick with desire. He yanked off his pants, freeing himself, and positioned himself between her legs, teasing her entrance with his tip. Arianna’s breath came in short, desperate gasps as her body arched toward him, aching to be filled.

I ask. "Frankie drank five," Sasha says. "Lou, three." I scoff. "I thought they would be tougher than that." "Frankie was already drunk after his second cup," Sasha explains, and then her body shakes. "I wanted him to stop touching me." "Lou can't stop kissing me. I almost want to throw up." Teagan gags. "Next time, put it in a position involving a female target. I'd rather deal with that than a stupid man."

he coldly said while his hand went around my waist as he furiously started rubbing my clit as I arched my back and felt him even deeper. "Xavier get fucking undressed!" he demanded his brother who happily obligated and removed his clothes. "Wrap your pretty pink lips around his cock and suck!" he demanded while grabbing my jaw and forcing my head up and come in direct contact with Xavier's happy manhood who stood at full attention as he grinned down at me.

Third Person's Pov Xavier gives a smirk to Suspiria after wearing his pants and tells her wickedly "I enjoy fucking you bitch. Every time you resist and I take you against your will it makes me realise how strong I Am" Suspiria is staring at the ceiling laying naked on the bed without replying anything to him. He spits on her face and she looks at him with tears in her eyes at the humiliation. All she wanted to do was Kill him but before that she wanted to make him go through the pain that she is going through by shoving a hard thing up his ass.

XAVIER: The pink shorts? ME: Yes XAVIER: MMMM I want to tear them off with my teeth. They make your 🍑 look so fucking good. ME: What else do you want to do to me? XAVIER: Oh, my naughty minx. 😈 XAVIER: first I kiss those perfect pouty lips of yours and trail my kisses down your chest before ripping your shirt off of you. When I get those perky mounds in my hands, I’ll 👅 your pebbled nipples until I almost get you off from playing with them.

Worshipped and ruined. And then they moved. Not frantic. Not fast. Slow. Cruel. Synchronized. Hades pulled back just an inch as Laxon pushed in deeper, dragging against her walls, sliding against each other inside her with obscene friction. It was a sick kind of coordination, like they were one organism, two minds devouring her in harmony. She screamed, but her voice cracked in her throat, lost under the weight of everything. “You feel that?” Laxon’s voice was low, feral. He bit her shoulder, not hard, but enough to make her cry out. “Feel how we fúck you together? You’re fúcking soaked, baby. You need this.”