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My hands were raised above me, like a statue, like a worthless object displayed in a museum. Adrian and Sebastian stopped talking. They stared at me with desire. Leon brought his lips close to my ear. I felt his warm breath. "I need to be honest with you, Ana," he whispered sensually. "I have a fetish." I swallowed. "What fetish?" "I like watching my partner being enjoyed by other men." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What?" I whispered. "I like watching you with Adrian. I like watching you with Sebastian. I like watching you enjoy them and them enjoying you."

I yelled and picked up a piece of glass shard, one that had probably been left there when they were moving in the sculptures. He matched to me, ripping his shirt off while still walking to me without breaking eye contact. He looked different, almost like a starved animal raging for control. With one swift movement, he tried to grab the glass from my hand but I weaved it around carelessly and it cut my hand. Blood immediately trickled down my hands and I watched his eyes darken at the sight of my blood running down. It was then it made sense to me, that he had a fetish for conquering women. Taking them against their will and forcing them to do whatever he wanted.

"Oh yeah, could we? That was the best sex ever, for sure. I never would have thought I'd be some kind of butt slut anal whore, but Mr. Canon's been teaching me so much about sex and sexuality. What's your favorite thing to do with him?" I looked to Tabitha curiously. She blushed -- an impressive deception, if it was that -- and took a moment before mumbling, "Um, he sort of gave me a... spanking fetish?" "Oh my gosh, hashtag spanking, hashtag schoolgirl, hashtag petite -- you guys are like a walking fetish video. That's so cool!" "How is spanking any different from the anal sex thing? Aren't we both walking fetishes?"

"Just, whatever, something normal. One guy, one girl." Not wanting to betray any sense of my own preference, I clicked on the first "normal" looking one that I came to after scrolling past a few fetishy selections. It was an amateur POV video and opened with a shot of a naked woman on her bed with a mask over her eyes as she feigned sleep. The camera approached and a man's hand appeared in the frame, separating her ass cheeks to reveal her pussy and asshole. He began to caress her pussy, and the wet sound of it emanated.

You love being double-fucked, don't you? The dirty talk fueled her, words weaving through the grunts and buzz. 'Yes... love it... your dicks own me!' Scarlett panted, exhibitionism burning in her veins—the idea of hotel staff outside, oblivious to her being ravaged. Damian leaned in, breath hot on her neck. 'Louder, red. Scream for big daddy. Cum hard on their dicks while I vibe this clit raw.' He twisted the vibrator, ramping the speed, the intense pulses making her thighs quake.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, dominant/submissive dynamics, rough sex, forbidden relationship, risky public sex. 18+ only. Ethan had been subscribed to Scarlet's exclusive content for eight months. Eight months of the most intense, addictive solo sessions of his life. The mysterious masked stripper had become his obsession....her body was perfection, her moves were hypnotic, but it was the mystery that really got him. Nobody knew who she was. She never showed her face, never spoke, just moved with a sensuality that made grown men weep.

I whimpered from my present body state. I was naked and bare, at his gaze which was intimidating. We had fucked many times, yet I had a feeling that this was going to be one of a kind. Because, this was Scar, his wolf, not Luca. “Lay on the bed,” Scar let out dominantly. I immediately succumbed to what he said, with the fear of what might happen if I didn’t. My mind lurked, as I laid on the bed to what exactly he had in mind.

"My body has an intense sexual response when it touches you. And it becomes even more uncontrollable when I smell your scent. I can't fully explain all of this." "Is having a fetish a bad thing?" "It means that I can only be satisfied if my partner is you. That's why I don't touch any other women because they're not you." Tera moved her face closer to Sebastian's, intending to make him inhale her armpit scent, but Sebastian misinterpreted and kissed her passionately, his wet mouth on her lips. The armpit scent wafted into Tera's nose, making her frown in confusion. "Ugh, let go!" Tera released the kiss. She tried to speak with her mouth shut, not wanting Sebastian to smell her morning breath

"It's like I'm witnessing his past history, before I knew him, when he fucks her. I enjoy fucking her for the same reason. She used to be Master's beloved and now I'm fucking her." "Does that make us perverted?" Janet asked. "If it does, I don't mind being perverted." "Speaking of perverted," Chen said, "Scott wants me to fuck your ass too. If you could get me hard again, I'd be pleased to do so." "Of course, Master Chen."

The red room was back to its vigorous mood, and was much more alive, better than the previous one, two sweating bodies, one hands tied together, and the extension was on the headboard of the bed, his back facing the predator, banging his behind with great force. He can't scream because of the gag ball in his mouth, every time Cafelle push deep forward, his eyes will blurry from tears and can't see a thing from pleasure. He was one of the lower prostitutes in the club where HiVi and Aru worked before. Cafelle will never not touch his elites, since he had a fetishism for BDSM with wild hard leash, and the love for whipping and hitting his sub. Because he can't get excited without playing with