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Elena's n*****s hardened as his knuckles travelled lower over them. Fuck it… She wanted to be his good girl, but in a bad way. “Yes.” She breathed. Ryan moved to turn off the shower, encasing her with his broad, soaked body. Her own body came fucking alive with him so close, breathing in his scent. She was so fucking needy for something she had had over and over again, and yet, here she was, already wet and ready again. His eyes trailed to her neck. “Whose good girl are you?”

Her tan legs are long and look so smooth and I have images of me burying my face between them flash through my mind, I have to try and subtly shift so I can hide my hardening cock but I’m not sure how successful I am when Selina glances at me with a confused smile on her face. At around midnight, we are all yawning and decide it’s time for bed. Clarissa and Selina head for Clarissa’s room and I head for my bedroom, my cock is still rock hard and is throbbing and in desperate for some relief. I close my bedroom door, boot up my computer and load some schoolgirl p**n. I’m watching a teen girl in a schoolgirl outfit getting fucked hard from behind when I hear a moan that isn’t coming from the s

Maddox watched, stroking himself, his earlier shame replaced by a dark, captivated hunger. Hannah's big breasts swayed above me. I leaned up, taking one nipple in my mouth, suckling hard as we moved together. The friction, the sight, the sheer audacity of it all brought me to another shattering climax, my body bucking beneath hers. She followed seconds after, her cries mingling with mine. We were a sweaty, panting pile, me, Hannah, and Maddox now beside us, when the sound that shattered the fantasy cut through the heavy air.

“Taking everything we give you. My perfect dirty little planner.” Sasha moved between my spread legs and started licking me again, cleaning the mixed cum from my pussy and ass. Every swipe of her tongue made me jerk. My nipples were so sensitive that when Dominic leaned down and sucked one hard into his mouth, I cried out and grabbed his hair. “These nipples are mine tonight,” he growled, biting down. “So fucking pretty when they’re red and swollen like this.” Sasha pushed two fingers inside me while she sucked on my clit. “She’s still so wet. This breeding cunt just keeps getting wetter.”

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

The disdain in my voice shocked even me. He growled and enclosed his large hands on the left-over skin I couldn’t hold. A whimper left my lips. Unlike my previous caress, his strokes were fierce. Each pull made my knees weaker. Why did it feel so good? It had to be his pheromones. It had been some time since I had sex. Having sex with some random chick or guy was never my thing. It felt uncomfortable being in the presence of alphas and omegas alike. Ryder never liked my abstinence. He tried to set me up on any and everyone. I often canceled. My libido was non-existent anyway.

The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.

he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention. Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her. Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly. "Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this." He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her. The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.