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Even through his suit, it couldn't be hidden that he was a muscular man. And just look below his waist, even a fool would agree that he must be well-endowed down south. Heaven knows the number of times I've had inappropriate dreams about this man. Dreams of him positioned between my legs, pinning my wrists above my head to the mattress and fucking me like I stole his family heirloom and threw it in the ocean. I would wake up feeling already wet. The times I've masturbated in my bed or in the bath tub, desperately calling his name, wishing he'd appear in such moment to fuck me senseless... can't even been counted on my ten fingers and ten toes.

"If you're sure you want to share." Gemma carefully ran her fingers through Sabrina's hair, gathering it up into a loose ponytail. Gemma's own hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, her blonde locks messy and framing her features with an 'I just had sex' aura. "I am," she said. "And to say thank you for hitting my kink so well..." She moved her hands from Sabrina's hair to her throat. "I want to do the same for you. Now, bed Daddy to stretch out your cunt and fuck a big, creamy load into you as well."

The dusty air made their skin feel gritty where they touched. Mira moaned into his shoulder. She held on tighter, nails digging into his broad back. Her pussy made loud, messy sounds every time he thrust up. His cum from earlier mixed with her fresh wetness and leaked down his balls, dripping onto the floor below them. The smell of sex grew stronger in the warm attic. Malik fucked her harder. He used his strong arms to bounce her up and down on his cock. Her soft ass cheeks slapped against his hips. Her hard nipples dragged across his skin.

He had just wanted some pussy. I continued down the page. *Shared kinks: weapon play, domination, oral, anal, toys, BDSM of all kinds with the exception of watersports or scat play, name-calling, degrada—* "Sofia?" I snapped the folder shut and shoved it under a stack of papers so fast I knocked my coffee cup sideways. My boss was leaning out of his office, one hand on the door frame, tie slightly crooked. "Do you have a minute?"

she whispered, her voice a shy secret, before turning and bending over in front of him, presenting the perfect, pale moons of her ass, the silver chain disappearing into the cleft. It was a sensory bombardment. The sight, the smell, the feel of them, Jade’s relentless grinding, Scarlet’s teasing mouth, Luna’s vulnerable offering. Leo’s body betrayed him utterly. His dick hardened into a painful, throbbing ache, trapped and straining against his zipper. He was painfully, obviously erect. Silas watched with the calm appraisal of a connoisseur. He sipped his champagne, his eyes missing nothing, the flush on his son’s neck, the desperate clench of his hands on the booth’s edge, the prominent bul

But this… this was next level. “I need it,” Rebecca whispered, voice husky. “Threesomes aren’t enough anymore. I want to be ruined. Six men, Aiden. Six thick cocks destroying every single one of my filthy holes. I want them to stretch me until I can’t walk. I want my pussy, ass, and throat pumped full of cum until it leaks out of me for days.”

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

Double-Penetrated And Dripping: Shared Like A Cum-Dump The hotel room smelled like expensive cologne, rain, and the heavy, unmistakable scent of raw arousal. Marcus had chosen it—a corner suite with a king bed big enough for three, specifically because Leo had begged for room to be ruined. Leo, his boyfriend of four years, stood by the minibar, pretending to read the label on a tiny vodka bottle. His thumb was sweating on the glass, and his cock was achingly hard, straining against the denim of his jeans.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

“On your knees, Kathy. It's time to worship your stepbrothers’ cocks.” My legs gave out as I sank to the carpet between them, trembling. They shoved their sweatpants down. Two identical, monstrous cocks sprang free—thick, veined, at least nine inches each, heads glistening with pre-cum. The musky scent hit me like a drug. My pussy throbbed painfully, dripping down my inner thighs. “Open that pretty mouth,” Darren ordered, fisting his cock and tapping the heavy head against my lips. I parted them obediently, shy and terrified and so fucking turned on. He pushed inside slowly, stretching my jaw wide. The salty taste exploded on my tongue and I moaned around his thickness as he slid deeper, hit