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The heels were gone, but the stockings made her legs look even sexier. She gradually increased her pace, bouncing on his cock with more force and confidence. Her full breasts bounced beautifully inside the sheer lace babydoll. The wet, obscene sounds of her soaked pussy taking him filled the penthouse. Skyler’s hands gripped her thighs, but he let her stay in complete control. Isabella rode him harder, slamming down onto his cock, her stocking feet pressing firmly against his shoulders for leverage. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. “Fuck… you feel so good,” she gasped. “So deep like this…”

“Depression… and a very unhealthy coping mechanism.” “Which is?” “Sex?” Oh! “How long?” It was none of my business but I don't know… she seemed interesting. “About eight months.” I was about to ask why but she beat me to it. Either she could read my mind through these wooden walls, or she was just a chronic oversharer. Was it contagious?

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

Chapter 3 Mia’s POV My heart was hammering so loud that I could literally hear it in my ears as I crawled onto the ritual mattress. The dark sheet was already damp in places, sticky with Lena’s juices and the men’s sweat. The whole room reeked of raw sex; thick and sweet musk that made my pussy clench before anyone even touched me. Lena’s stepdad cupped my jaw firmly but not cruelly, tilting my face up. His thick cock brushed my lips, hot and heavy, already slick from Lena’s juices.

Her costume made it even more intoxicating , the pink wig tickling his face, the horns brushing his skin, the skirt bunched uselessly around her waist while her stockings rubbed against his sides. They tumbled onto the bed. Lila pushed him onto his back and straddled him, still wearing the full cosplay except for the panties. She sank down onto his cock, taking him deep in one smooth motion. Riding him cowgirl, she rolled her hips sensually, breasts jiggling in the tight bodysuit. Alex reached up and pulled the top down, freeing her full, perfect breasts. He squeezed them roughly, thumbs circling her hard nipples, then leaned up to suck on them hungrily while she bounced faster. “That’s it…

Her breath snagged. He pushed in slowly, inch by torturous inch stretching her until her thighs trembled and fresh tears slipped down her temples. When he bottomed out, he stilled and let her feel every brutal inch of him seated deep inside. Larissa’s mouth opened in a silent scream. The fullness was overwhelming and painful and still not enough. He rolled his hips once, checking if she was loose enough. Her whole body jerked then he started moving in long punishing strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside her.

I kept shifting my weight, pressing my thighs together hard. Heat rushed through me and I could feel myself getting wet, my panties sticking. Later we slipped out to the garden where the lights were dim and the music sounded far away. He pushed me against the stone wall, hands on either side of my head. “I cannot do this anymore,” he said, breathing heavy. “Pretending I don’t want you—it’s impossible.” I grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him in. “Then do it,” I whispered right against his mouth. “Fuck me, Xavier. Right now.”

The smell of the crushed tomatoes and the sweet honey mixed with the smell of raw sex. Shifting the Womb in the Dirt "I want to feel the mountain!" Sarah cried out after pulling away from Leo’s cock. She wanted to be stretched even further. She turned over on the table, putting her chest down against the wood. Her bottom was high in the air, shining with honey and cream. Silas stayed behind her. He grabbed her waist with his dirty, strong hands. He began to slam into her pussy from behind. Every thrust was a heavy strike. He was reaching the very back of her.

He released her wrists so he could choke her lightly while he railed her, then flipped her onto all fours, pulling her hair like reins as he mounted her again. By the time he felt his own orgasm approaching, Susan was a trembling, moaning mess beneath him, covered in sweat, bite marks, and handprints. Her pussy was red, swollen, and creaming obscenely around his cock. Alexander slammed into her one final time and buried himself deep. “Take it all, you filthy fucking whore,” he groaned as he started pumping thick, heavy ropes of cum straight into her womb. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, filling her until it leaked out around his cock.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio