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Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

Chapter 3: Fuck Doctor! Sophia’s pov My upper thighs were on fire under the firm pressure of his strong hands and I kept my fingers wrapped tight around his wrist through that thin glove guiding him even higher as I whispered in a shaky breath Voss stayed completely quiet for a long moment, his palms sinking deeper into the soft warm flesh of my inner thighs so close to my dripping wet pussy that every tiny movement made my breath catch hard in my throat. My clit was swollen and throbbing like crazy, my panties soaked completely through and clinging sticky to my puffy folds while my hips kept twitching on their own begging for more without me saying a word.

The air in the study was thick with the scent of fear and betrayal. The fires outside cast a flickering, hellish glow on the antique furniture, a visual pun on the personal hell unfolding between two brothers. Hades’s hands, so full of a raw, aching need for vengeance, tightened their grip on Gregory's throat.

Rocco pointed out, rightly so. But I was the last lady who fell for manipulation. I inhaled deeply, renewing my courage, “I'd rather die than betray Don.” He shook his head immediately, “this isn't about betrayal. This is about your needs. You know what you want Thalia. Come get it.” Those words stirred my mind into thoughts. Since he was going to die by my hands, why not get one last orgasm from him? After all, he wasn't trying to bargain for his death, he was bargaining sex with me.

Thick globs of Blake’s and Nick’s cum slowly oozed out of me. Alessia licked her lips. “My turn, baby.” She slid two fingers straight into my cum-filled cunt without warning, pushing deep until her knuckles pressed against my entrance. I gasped sharply as she began finger-fucking me hard and fast, stirring the warm loads already inside me. “Oh my God…” I moaned, my hips twitching. “Fuck, you’re so sloppy,” she groaned in approval. “Hear that wet sound? Your pussy is literally bubbling with their cum.”

“That fucked-up story of his practically did all of our work for us.” “So, you’re thinking we act out the story, and use it to set him up as the Herring?” “Exactly. We kill little miss perfect, Christy Lee Spinner, just like the boy in Derek’s story did.” “You can do the disemboweling,” Bethany said, shuddering with disgust. Some things are too much even for hardened serial killers, ya know.

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Robin was in my mouth, going deeper and holding my hair. "Take it deeper," Robin ordered. "I want to feel the back of that throat. Good girl, just like that." I came a second time with Hillian’s fingers inside me and Robin’s cock stretching my lips. "Fuck yes, cum again," Hillian told me. "Squeeze my fingers. Let us feel how hard you’re going." Robin pulled out of my mouth and reached for something on the nightstand. A small black vibrator. He turned it on and waved it at me.

she gasped, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her face. “Louder.” “I want to be used by you! Fuck—harder!” Damien groaned in satisfaction and pounded into her mercilessly, the mirror fogging with their heavy breaths. “Good girl. This pussy belongs to me. Say it while you come on my cock.” Sophia shattered again within minutes, her walls clenching around him as she came hard, biting her own arm to muffle the scream. Damien followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding her with hot, thick cum, groaning filthy praises against her ear.

I blacked out as I came heavily. ‎ ‎He continued to rub as I began to thrash on him. His fingers kept working to bring me more pleasure. ‎ ‎All the while he still had his huge c**k in me. His c**k was impaling me, I fell forward on his chest and he flipped me over on my back, he lifted my ankles to hang on his shoulders and thrust hard into me. That brought me right back to reality as he began to thrust deep in long even strokes. He would pull out almost to the end only to thrust back in. At this point, I knew he was way past worrying if I could take his c**k and piercings together. As he slammed continually into me, I widened my legs to allow him to go deeper. I felt the head of his c**k pu