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The man in the middle of the jury raised his hand , gesturing to me to stop. "Miss Stones you will be allowed to say when you have been asked. Don't interrupt the witnesses when they are saying.We will judge whether they are lying or not". He pulled out some papers and looked at them. He continued '' There have been traces of herbs found in the cup of Alpha's coffee which are usually used as drugs.Due to heavy dosage of the drug had caused him poisoning". He placed the report down.There were drugs in his system? That was why he was acting out of character.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

So… consumed. Quentin’s hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as he ate her with growing intensity. Two fingers joined his tongue, sliding deep inside her and curling against that perfect spot while his mouth focused relentlessly on her clit. The wet sounds filled the room, mingling with the distant crash of waves and their shared ragged breathing. Verity’s strokes on him grew erratic, her focus splintering as the coil inside her wound unbearably tight. “Quentin… I’m… I can’t—”

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

“Clean yourself up with your fingers and eat it. Then we’ll continue the interview.” I scooped his cum from my skin with shaking fingers and licked them clean under his watchful, sadistic gaze. Humiliation burned through me, but so did a dark, desperate need. This job… I would do anything to keep it. And Raphael Sinclair knew it. “Pathetic little cumrag,” he said coldly. His gray eyes raked over my naked body. “You think one sloppy fuck and a face full of seed earns you the job? The interview has barely begun. Crawl to me.”

Heat flared through her at the memory of his fingers inside her. “We can use the demographic tables for the slides,” she said, voice still rough. Liam’s fingers brushed the side of her wrist in a slow stroke. “The catalog should have the full P*F behind the paywall.” They stood together. Maya’s legs felt unsteady. He followed close behind her as they walked to the computer terminals near the reference section. The floor was nearly empty. One student sat far away with headphones on. The librarian’s desk was dark. Liam logged in, found the article, and started the d******d. While the progress bar crawled he turned his head and spoke against her hair.

Her little seduction game was clearly working, and I refused to let her turn me into another weak, pussy-whipped idiot like my brother. I grabbed the bottle of tequila and took another long gulp, letting the burn slide down my throat, but it did nothing to kill the painful throbbing in my cock. I tried desperately to shove her smirk, her naked body, and that pussy out of my head… but the more I drank, the harder it became. Fuck it. I turned on my phone and scrolled through my hidden folder until I found her videos. What the fuck am I doing? Seconds ago I was trying not to think about her, and now I was actively searching for her like a desperate pervert.

He reached between them and rubbed her clit fast and rough. Serena came again, screaming his name as her walls spasmed around his cock. Damien followed right after, burying himself as deep as possible and filling her with thick, hot ropes of cum, groaning loudly as he emptied himself inside her. They stayed pressed together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Damien slowly pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped down her thighs. He looked at her naked, marked, and thoroughly fucked and whispered: “This is so fucking wrong”

The medium dares kept rolling, each one filthier—more grinding, spit-slick neck bites, hands everywhere, cocks rubbing against asses through the last bits of fabric, low groans and dirty laughs mixing with the bass. “You’re such a whore for attention,” Ryan called over, voice wrecked. “Look at that hole twitching every time Liam touches it.” Finally the last medium card got played out, everyone breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat, cocks out and throbbing in the open air now. Liam reached for the new deck that just unlocked with a click. “No Limits. Shit’s about to get real nasty.” The spinner whirled again fast on the table. Liam drew the top card from the fresh deck, reading it out with

“This is your real baptism. Your tight cunt is sucking my cock so greedily like it was made for sin.” My mind started spinning and I babbled half in English and half in Latin words I barely remembered from mass mixing with pure dirty moans. “Libera me Domine… oh fuck yes right there… peccavi… your cock is destroying my pussy Father do not stop.” My innocence felt like it was shattering with every brutal thrust and the guilt only made me wetter my juices running down my legs. He reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast rough circles while he kept pounding me.