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“Look at this greedy little hole twitching for demon cock. You’ve been starving it, haven’t you?” Ren gasped as one slick finger — magically lubed with something burning and perfect — pushed inside him without mercy. The stretch was immediate, filthy. Seong added a second finger fast, scissoring brutally while his other hand wrapped around Ren’s cock and stroked with lazy, torturous pulls. “Confess,” Seong ordered, biting down on Ren’s neck. “Tell me how many times you jerked off in the confessional thinking about men on their knees.” “I—fuck—I never—”

Alex chuckled against my neck, his hand sliding down to join Kai's between my legs. His fingers brushed Kai's, and instead of pulling away, Kai groaned, shifting to make room. Alex's thick fingers pressed alongside Kai's, two sets of fingers now scissoring inside my dripping cunt, stretching me wider and hitting every nerve. The sensation was overwhelmingly full, and perfect. I threw my head back against Alex's chest, my moans turned into whimpers as they worked me in tandem. Kai's free hand gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks slightly, and his thumb teased the tight ring of my asshole. "You like that, Malika? Being our little slut tonight?", Kai murmured as he licked my thigh before he nibb

Some naked women tied to guillotines and suspension rigs. I cut my gaze back at her, shrugging. “Where did you get this?” She asks. “I saw it attached to my car earlier. Didn’t even know I came with it.” To my surprise, Maisie squeals, kicking the air. “What’s the fuss about?” “I’m stripping there tonight! Sin House is the most elite sex Club in L.A. That’s where the big fishes in the city do their thing, flower girl!” “O-kay? That’s good news, I guess?”

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORM SELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through

[No! [But…] Another text comes in before I can finish typing. [Except you want me to punish you, Princess.] Looking at the wink emoji, I feel conflicted. How bad can the punishment be? Several results pop up on G****e once I look up “Sex Dungeon Punishment”. “Oh my God!” I gasp, seeing all the images and video previews. I see women tied and gagged. That’s not even the crazy part. Some of them are being rimmed by things as big as my arm.

Sex shops, selling plastic penises, rubber items, day-glo French ticklers and a riotous assortment of garish underwear, plied their trade like static whores. I clung to my lover’s arm as we walked, both of us enjoying the stares, the glances of startled appreciation. Maybe some of them recognised me. I could almost hear their thoughts. ‘Isn’t that... No, it can’t be.’ My lover was so obviously a lot younger than me, but I was still quite a catch. I have an ex-model’s slender figure and good legs. The slim designer dress and high heels showed them off to advantage. My lover pointed across Great Windmill Street. “There,’ he said. ‘That's the place. Interesting, eh?’

Fûck You, Ex-husband (2) There and then, I decided I was going to get fucked until Trevor became nothing more than a fading bruise in my past. And maybe, if things went right, I wouldn’t have to be Danielle Greeley anymore. Before I could stop myself, I was scrolling through the singleswildfuck.com website. They advertised cruises for single adults, but I wasn't there looking for romance. I didn’t want a connection or conversation. I wanted sex. Pure, unfiltered, uncomplicated. After Trevor, I had no patience left for anything else.

“STRIP.” Tessa’s phone was back up in front of her face. “Don’t worry, Dirty Rosey. You’ll be so famous, you’ll not have time for any more tricks.” “W-What do you mean?” Christy scoffed a sneer and released me with a shove. “‘Lust With Me’ website—heard of it?” New terror coursed through me. That sounds like a porn website. No….. Tessa laughed heartily. “We’ll do a good intro video of you, Dirty Rosey….”

I felt the urge to have sex all of a sudden and I was getting really hard. Who the fuck put a sex pill in my food? God damn it, I'm so fucking hard and it feels like my whole body is gonna explode. "Boss is anything the matter?" Penelope smiled walking into my office.Her skirt was shifted above her knees and her shirt was left half buttoned showing off her cleavages. It's obvious she put a sex pill in my food.Why do these girls like being bitches? "What the fuck are you doing here? Get out!"

We were replaced with other actors for season 2, and the new actors did it instead. My cock twitches as ‘sex scene’ repeats in my head again. A fire ignites deep inside of me as I imagine kissing Tiffany’s luscious lips while my hand slides up her smooth pale arm. Wait. No. I can’t be thinking about this. I quickly shake my head and take a deep breath. Unfortunately, my shaft doesn’t want to listen to me. Instead, it wants to taste the sweet treat.