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She takes a little time before answering. "I think incest is sick and perverted." She says, thoughtfully. "But the way you explained it made it seem so erotic, that it made me wet."

“Threw me out.” His jaw tightened. I kept talking. “I lived with a friend for a few months. Then with her brother. Slept in his bed for a while. Then another guy. Then another.” He nodded once. “That’s when it started.” “Yeah,” I said. “That’s when I realized sex could get me anything. A bed. A ride. A hug. Something that felt like love.” “And you’ve been chasing that same hit ever since.” I nodded. “And no one’s ever told you it wasn’t your fault?”

Kinks: gay sex, rough, anal, incest, dominant, oral sex The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp in the corner casting soft shadows across the old, worn couch and the cluttered coffee table strewn with empty beer bottles. My heart pounded in my chest as I crept inside, the door shutting behind me with a quiet click. It was late, far past the time when everyone else had gone to bed, but I couldn't resist coming here.

She struggled inwardly, her hands pushing at his chest half-heartedly, but her legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord, pulling him tighter. “Aaron, please… stop,” she murmured, but her voice lacked conviction. He rocked his hips again, grinding his erection harder against her p^ussy, the denim rough against her lace, creating friction that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her clit swelled under the assault, pulsing with need. Why does it feel so good? she wondered, guilt twisting like a knife. He’s family—step or not. This is incestuous, sinful. But f^uck that pressure… it’s making me wetter. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body arching toward him despite her men

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

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.

I could feel his balls start to tense up, and I said to him, almost a bit too harshly: “Oh, not yet, you motherfucker. I need this man’s dick inside me. And I mean NOW!” I quickly sat up, spitting out the saliva that had gathered from my throat gagging, and then used it as lube for my clit—and then my stepson’s meat stick. I sat on his face and almost yelled: “Eat my fucking cunt. Eat it! You like that? You like eating out your stepmom’s pussy? Yeah, well toss my motherfucking salad! Lick that fucking asshole like there’s no tomorrow! FUCK YES!” I knew it was moments away—that full incestuous plunge of penetration. I pulled him up and straddled him, placing my left hand on his shoulder to st

NEW STORY TITLE: ANVIL This story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex. Author's Notes: Anvil is a walk down a path strictly forbidden by 'polite' society. Incest. Few taboos are more reviled, and those who succumb to the trap of its feverish desires, face being judged and damned by those who uncover their 'sin'. Shunning is the smallest consequence of being exposed. The story revolves around two damaged souls who suffered through the absence of love when it was needed most, then were betrayed in the most horrifying ways by those entrusted to nurture and cherish them.

Lila knelt between her spread thighs and looked up the length of Sasha’s body. “Watch me taste you while he watches us,” Lila whispered. Her tongue was merciless: flat, broad strokes over Sasha’s clit, then quick flicks that made Sasha’s hips jerk against restraining hands. When Lila pushed three fingers deep and curled them, Sasha screamed into the mouth suddenly covering hers (Victor). He kissed her like punishment, swallowing every sound while Lila fucked her to the edge and held her there, denying release. Only when Sasha was shaking, begging, tears streaking her temples, did Victor pull back.