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The room filled with the symphony of their use: the wet slap of skin, the guttural male grunts, the choked, desperate sounds she made around the cock in her mouth. “You like being our communal fleshlight, don’t you?” Sam’s voice came from beside her ear, calm and darkly amused. His smooth hand stroked her sweat-slicked side. “You love knowing any one of these guys can pump a load into any hole they want. That you’re just a set of free-use holes now.”

I spoke, voice small at first, then spilling faster. I have always ached to be touched with force, to feel hands gripping me hard enough to leave marks. Seven men have fucked me, one after another, and I dropped to my knees between them, taking their cocks into my mouth in turn until each spilled across my face. Six dildos sit in my drawer alongside a rose toy and a vibrator, all mine. I have tried to quit them more times than I can count, yet every attempt fails. The need always pulls me back.

Am I that innocent to know about what is this? I saw the same book having the same words that the article that I read have. So that website was not making fun of me? It's actually true? I was like a crazy person trying to find an answer in those books. There are all romantic books or romantic facs about BL nothing offred for my age. I can't believe that there are facts, guides and trivias about having sexual intercourse with men and men. I was so naive. Why is my issue appears very normal inside this bookstore?

Do I need to tell him that I have not had another boy or man touch me, and he is the only man I have ever had? "Like a depravity. Fuck, Moh, do you have any idea how long I have wanted to break you open like this?" Then, he began to move. He didn't start slow. He withdrew until he was almost out, the friction of the withdrawal making me whimper, before slamming back into me with a rhythmic, brutal force. The bookshelf groaned behind us, the wood creaking with every thrust. I was a puppet in his hands, my body jolting with the impact of his weight.

“Harder. Don't stop.” Hans leaned downward and helped Devon suck my other nipple. Devon pulled away from him and Hans's finger twisted the wet nipples he had abandoned. I arched into him, my fingers fisting as I offered my ass to Mitch even more, spreading my legs wider. His balls slapped against my ass, wet and obscene. The sounds echoed off the basement walls, slapping skin, wet mouths, groans, and my own broken whimpers. “Now we're gonna fuck you one after the other. We're gonna make the sweet cunt of yours drip all over our dicks and we're gonna suck you dry. Hope you're ready for that.”

"Your tracker brain is right. But your hands are actively fanning the pack fire." "Let the territory burn," I tell his chest. "I think these three volumes should do the trick." "Beginner, intermediate, and advanced mating books. Does your wolf require anything else from the archives?" he asks, his arms folding. I nod my head. "Actually, yes. My wolf desires to browse the explicit romance scrolls." "Lead the trail," he says, following my boots across the wooden floor, carrying all three massive sex texts securely in his large hands.

Scarlett told herself she wasn’t going back to his penthouse. Yet there she was, two hours later, standing in the middle of Dominic Kane’s glass-walled lair again. The city glittered outside, but all she could see was the sleek black leather case sitting open on the counter. Inside lay rows of objects she didn’t want to name — vibrators, cuffs, plugs, paddles, straps. Her stomach knotted. “What the fuck is that?” Dominic poured himself a drink, not even looking at her. “That, sweetheart, is what’s going to teach your body who it belongs to.”

The sex was wild, in the middle of the herbs, the aphrodisiacs, the system of provocations, all the time, saying how much they wanted with the causes and their provocations. The intensity of desires, in the model of beautiful women and beautiful men indulging in passion the moments of pleasure, without caring what might happen afterwards. During the week in the middle of the sex parties, when they came to see the priestess at full throttle. Without stopping, when the priestess had Margot and Thibault spoke and even arranged to meet for the next sex cycle that week. All this was happening in the meantime, the people and the demons, with expectations high, in which the owner of Fiery which was

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

I peeked, hiding by the side of the doorframe, careful not to get caught. And there he fucking was—Rick, he wasn’t having sex with anyone like I’d suspected, he laid open on the king-sized bed in all his glory, his back to the bedhead, naked and vulnerable. His legs were up in the air, knees pressed toward his chest like he was positioning to get rimmed... His cock was rock-hard, throbbing with a shiny silver penis ring clamped at the base of his cock, balls, swollen under the strain. On the laptop beside him was gay p**n, playing out— one muscular man topped a twink, pounding him relentlessly. Rick’s eyes were glued to the screen, blazing with lust, as his hand worked between his spread ass