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I felt impossibly stuffed, every nerve ending screaming with dark pleasure. They began to move. Damien thrust up into my pussy while Lucas drove into my ass from behind. The rhythm built into something punishing. My body rocked between them, breasts bouncing, skin slapping loudly against skin. Sweat slicked our bodies. The air grew thick with the scent of sex : musk, arousal, and raw lust. I could hear my own broken moans mixing with their low groans. Every thrust sent jolts through me. The friction was exquisite. Overwhelming.

"Please... please dig into my dirty little hole with your huge dick, Daddy!" Sean wailed, his voice cracking. "Please thrust your dick in my ass, Daddy... I need it! Please!" "Good!!!" Alexander whispered, a dark, victorious smirk pulling at his lips. "You learn fast." With those words, Alexander unleashed everything. He began going in and out, thrusting at an inhuman, monstrous pace that made the bed frame scream. He was a force of nature, digging into Sean’s torn, bleeding heat with absolute, merciless strength. The friction was so intense it felt like fire, and soon, Alexander let out a low, guttural growl as he finally released, flooding the Alpha’s trembling core with his hot, heavy ess

However, his attempt at racking his brain for more reasons failed successfully. His determination couldn't catch up with reality. How could it not when Kingsley's waist was determined to make his brain go on vacation? And just like that, Kingsley hooked his hands under Sean's knees and then turned to face the grateful audience. The werefox blushed in embarrassment, seeing that all of him, most importantly, his arse hole was exposed. Kingsley slid into him once more and started bucking up his hips. Everyone watched with interest as Sean's core voraciously clenched around and repeatedly guzzled Kingsley's pecker like it was nobody's business.

My heart raced, each beat echoing in my ears as Damien guided me toward the stage. The space transformed as we approached, the lights dimming further to cast a spotlight on the stage. I looked around a bit before my eyes landed on something that was on the corner and I let out a small gasp as goosebumps spread across my body. There were four smaller viewing rooms with glass walls with couples inside having sex in threes and fours. It was a mating of hard cocks claiming the women’s pliable bodies. Some were getting nailed by two men at the same time. The ecstasy on their faces, vivid and stark.

Sean whispered lovingly into my ear before he took my ear lobe between his teeth and nibbled on it. … Despite the love that we just made, I could still sense that Sean was extremely mad at me still. After emptying his seed into me, Sean eased his cock out of my hole. I gasped as the mixture of our love juices erupted from my unplugged hole. I watched in shock as the wetness dirtied the sofa in between my legs. “It’s fine…” Sean said without a care when his eyes dropped to the mess on the sofa. Sean stretched his arms above his head while I watched his beautiful muscles move beneath his skin. He really was a very beautiful person.

Sean swallowed hard, glanced around his deserted surroundings, began to feel uneasy about making himself a perverted peep peeking at the silhouettes of women changing with excitement. The silhouette of Renee took off her shirt and her innocent upper body was reflected in the dark shadow with a seductive figure. Then ... damn it! Sean started cursing when Renee's reflection in the window made a motion to lift one of her legs onto the bed and seemingly take off her trousers.

I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight. The sexting escalated late into the night—filthy, detailed, and desperate. Seb described exactly how he wanted to bend her over his new kitchen counter, eat her ass until she begged, choke her lightly while pounding her from behind. Isabella, growing bolder and wetter with every message, sent short videos of her fingering herself on the bathroom floor, moaning his name as quietly as she could so Alex wouldn’t wake. Her fingers moved frantically, chasing the pleasure his words promised. By morning, she was soaked, aching, and utterly consumed by need.

He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting her sigh of pleasure as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper. "Are you okay?" he whispered against her lips, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Yes," she gasped, her voice tight with pleasure. "Don't stop, Xavier. Please." With a low groan, Xavier began to move. He established a slow, heavy, and punishingly deep rhythm. Every thrust was powerful, filling her completely, his broad chest rubbing against her sensitive breasts with every downward stroke. The heat in the room rose, the heavy scent of sex and lavender filling the air, accompanied by the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies colliding and t

Elara responded with matching desperation, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as they moved together in perfect sync. He pressed her against the wall, entering her with deep, powerful strokes that spoke of his need to reaffirm their bond. The sex was intense and consuming, each thrust a declaration of ownership amid the uncertainty of Marcus’s return. Elara clung to him, her soft sounds filling the space as pleasure built with overwhelming intensity. Jax’s movements grew more urgent, his release crashing over him as he spilled deep inside her, holding her like she was his entire universe.

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen