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Selena’s moans grew louder, more broken, as unwanted orgasms tore through her. They passed her around like a shared bottle of whiskey. A French aristocrat made her suck him under the table while another man fucked her from behind. Two men took her at once: one in her pussy, and the other one forcing his way into her tight ass despite her sobbing protests. The burning stretch turned into a dark, overwhelming fullness that made her come so hard she nearly blacked out. Samson watched it all from his throne-like chair, slowly stroking his massive cock. When they’d used her thoroughly, leaving her dripping with cum from multiple men, he finally claimed her again.

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

“Tell me.” “I’m touching my pussy.” “Good, baby girl. Push two fingers inside. I want to hear how wet you are.” I did as I was told. My folds were slick, hot, and wet. The noises my wet pussy made seemed to drown out any of the rain that beat against my window. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this aroused. It seemed like ages ago. I pressed two fingers, then three, inside myself, using my thumb to circle my clit. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to hold on to this feeling for a while. Who knew when I would feel it again.

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I shifted my hips restlessly, my body desperate for more contact, more pressure, more of anything. Tina's lips trailed from my breast up the curve of my neck, kissing along my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. Her hand left my breast and traveled downward. Slowly. Torturously slowly. Fingertips tracing a path down my ribs, across my stomach, over the soft skin below my navel. I held my breath. Her fingers stopped just above where I needed them most. "There are different types of orgasms," Tina murmured against my ear, her voice low and deliberate. "And tonight I'm going to teach you every single one."

“Please.” He relents to my pleading. My eyes roll back as he slides into me with a little more pressure, but still in slow motion like the first time. I tilt my head backwards and part my lips to allow uncontrollable moans to escape. My toes curl as he slides in and out of me with such skill that can rival the Greek gods – not that I’ve had sex with the Greek gods, but this is how I imagine it. My fingers dig into the sheets, and I can no longer string a word. Moans and gasps are the only things I know how to say.

The feel of my skirt shifting up, followed by Simon's fingers slipping lower, finding my wetness underneath my panties. "Fuck, you're soaked," he said, his voice dancing on the warmth of my skin. Henry's mouth found mine again, his tongue exploring. Simon's fingers moved inside me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. "That's it, baby," Henry murmured. "Let us make you feel good." I nodded, speechless as Simon's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling my clit. Henry's mouth descended, his lips finding my breasts, sucking my nipples, grazing them with his teeth.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

“What is wrong?!” She sniffles aggressively, mascara threatening rebellion. “I’m crying like a goddamn baby looking for some baby formula because…” her voice cracks wildly “because this is so fucking amazing that I think no fucking person deserves to read this, this is the best fucking story you’ve ever had and dammit India, I just can’t…” She breaks into another sob. I blink. “That’s like three fucking’s in a sentence,” I deadpan. “Baby girl,” she grabs my cheeks dramatically, “the whole world will be screaming India Seethal when this work drops!”

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.