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I did not call or let the patrol on the border announce my arrival, I wanted to surprise my mate but I was the one getting surprised instead. The packhouse was eerily quiet though there are like 20 to 30 people living here. As I was climbing up the stairs I saw Viviane in a very compromising position. She is masturbating while watching through the keyhole what it sounds like the Beta’s fucking each other their brains out. Who would have thought the perfect and poised Viviane Sinclair gets off while watching others fuck, is she really into porn? I wonder if she has practiced voyeurism before or if it is something new, either way, this makes things easier for me. Being a dom already cost me h

CHAPTER 4. SEXUAL ADDICTION I don't care about anything anymore. The world outside this room, the family downstairs, the fifty days of self-control I sacrificed—it all dissolves into a hazy, unimportant mess. The only reality is the heat of her body beneath mine, the wet, desperate sounds we are making, and the sheer, overwhelming friction of our locked hips. The both of us are crying out loud right now, our voices blending into a single, frantic sound of ecstasy and transgression. “Oh my God, yes! Oh, fuck, baby!” she is screaming, her voice raw, her head thrown back against the pillows.

“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

I gasped out, trying hard to catch my breath as my fingers slipped deeper inside me. I pictured him grabbing me by the neck, dragging me back against his chest and snarling into my ear “Mine. You’re my sex slave.” The thought made my pussy gush out, it made my thighs tremble uncontrollably. My clit throbbed under my thumb as I cried hard, finding it impossible to keep quiet. Then I imagined his cock slamming into me so hard the bed would shake. His weight would be pinning me down as his hips pounded into mine. Every thrust would be going deep into my bones. Every time his waist hit mine I’d be sinking into heaven.

Her tanned skin glistened with sweat, while the sound of the faucet dripping grew fainter as the water in the bathtub filled up. Every moan they shared, every kiss and touch that occurred made my body tremble. I hate p**n, but now I’m watching it live. “Oh shit!” the woman moaned as Max slid his finger into her pussy. His movements were so fast and right, touching every sensitive spot perfectly. Without realizing it, I brought my own finger to touch my pussy. My eyes occasionally closed as I felt the pleasurable sensation from my touch. Every time Max twisted his finger, I would do the same, imagining that he was doing it to mine.

Shower sex against the glass, my thrusts upward into her pussy, water making everything slick. 'So slippery... fuck me till I can't stand!' Bedroom odyssey, missionary with legs pinned back, deep enough to kiss her cervix. 'Feel that? Owning your womb.' Cowgirl, her bouncing wild, ass slapping my thighs. 'Ride it, you insatiable whore!' Reverse for ass-fucking, her fingers in her pussy for double penetration. 'Stuffed full...cumming again!' Spooning anal, slow builds to frenzy. 'Flood my guts...mark me!' Living room 69, oral frenzy until mutual explosions, her swallowing, me lapping.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, group sex (MMF), and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for size difference, intense power play, and heat-induced frenzy. CHAPTER ONE "I fucking need it," Selene was begging as she flailed around on the floor, touching herself intimately. "I fucking need a cock now," she demanded. She looked crazed with lust as her eyes devoured the two wolves, licking her lips as she continued to paw roughly at her own flesh. In fact, just moments before, she had spread her thighs wide open to give them a show as she jammed several fingers up inside herself and mewled with

My fingers danced across the keyboard, its click sound lining the air as I typed “Becoming a slave to your male co-worker after losing a deal.” A lot of research popped up. Some talked about running errands and doing their share of work. While some crossed into the sexual terrain. I read a blog where the writer said that after losing a bet and becoming her co-worker's slave, they began having sex. He’d order her to suck his cock in the office and he would eat her pussy. As I read through the sex tale, I imagined Daniel. Him pulling my hair and ordering me to suck his dick. I remembered how his cock poked at me in the elevator.

⚠️ Trigger Warning : This chapter contains explicit sexual content involving power play, dominant/submissive dynamics, and a threesome scenario. All acts depicted are fully consensual between adults, though they may include verbal degradation, intense language, and elements of coercive fantasy. Reader discretion is strongly advised. •••••••••••• Summary: A horny white housewife fantasizes about being with a black man. When she finally takes the plunge, one isn’t enough. She finds herself addicted to the thrill, fucking several black men and loving every second of it.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe