Novel & Cerita Sissy Trap

Sasha said to her and they both entered her room. Sasha's room is an example of a typical girl's room. Almost everything inside is pink in colour or at least has pink in it. She has lots of teddy bears and makeup scattered everywhere. They are piles of clothes scattered all over the bed and the sofa. Stacks of feminine books were on the table with some of them opened. Allison could only smile, Sasha really has a lot in common with Kylie. "Sorry about this," Sasha said shyly, referring to her room.

I take my time to take her in, her plump flesh in nothing but her underwear and some fancy white socks, shoes and clothes discarded, skin flushed and red, inviting, her curled brown hair cascading down her shoulders. “Get on the desk and spread your legs, Clarke,” I tell her. She immediately props herself on my desk and spreads her legs wide. “Good girl. Are you my obedient little girl?” Hillary nods. “Yes, sir.” “Now, touch yourself and show me how fucking wet you are for me, Lary. Take off your bra first.” Hillary unhooks her bra and lets it fall to my desk. I love the sight of it—of my secretary’s pretty purple bra on my desk, of my brother’s fiancée’s heavy breasts spilling out in front

He had done this a thousand times. Elaine melted into his touch, and soon they were entangled on the sofa. ‘Unbelievable. Even now, they are at it.’ I channeled my anger, smashing bottles and decorations across the room. Glass shards flew, and the noise was deafening. They sprang apart, startled and annoyed. "Who the hell is messing with us?" Yoel shouted. He sneered at the empty room. "Is it you, Julianna? You bitch!" He smirked, pulling Elaine close again. "I'm making out with Elaine right in front of you. What are you gonna do about it?"

I’m done being caged. A crash echoes from the hallway, and the door flies open, revealing Lucas, somehow free, his gray eyes wild with obsession, a stolen scalpel in his hand. “You’re mine, Sophia,” he snarls, lunging toward me. Julian moves, but a second figure appears Nadya, her gun raised, her file clutched tight, a smirk on her lips. “Not if I ruin her first,” she says, firing, and I scream as Julian stumbles, blood blooming on his shirt. The camera’s red light blinks faster, broadcasting our pain, and a voice crackles through a hidden speaker Daniel’s, cold and commanding: “Finish it.” Who’s hit, who’s watching, and will my memories return in time to save us from this deadly trap?

“ Sophia. Please. Let me in.” A shiver ran down my spine, settling between my legs. My body betrayed me instantly, my pussy throbbing, my nipples hardening under the thin fabric of my robe. I should’ve ignored him. I should’ve called security. But the word that slipped past my lips was, “Fuck.”

I need Sophia to get out of here anyways. I obeyed instantly, muscle memory from years with Don Clinton kicking in. The position pushed my sore ass higher, exposing everything. The girls murmured their approval. Another short, curvy girl with dyed pink hair and tattoos covering her arms crouched in front of me. “I’m Riley,” she said, unzipping her shorts. “And you’re going to eat my pussy while they play with you.” A tear dropped from my eyes. But nobody cares. Riley grabbed my head and shoved my face between her thighs.

Then she drifted off to sleep. While cleaning up the hospital bag beside her bed, my hand brushed against something hard. I pulled it out. An opened box of XXXL condoms. I stared at the bold XXXL on the package. With that size, I'd need to turn sideways just to fit the width. I took a slow breath, pulled out my phone, and snapped three photos. On the hospital bed, Mia slept peacefully. A faint smile still rested on her lips.

“One night. Scratch the itch. She’ll never know.” Simone stepped closer. Her fingers trailed down my arm, light but electric. “I’m not here to force you,” she whispered. “Say the word and I’m gone. But if you want to know what a different pussy feels like… I’ll ruin you for vanilla in the best way.” My throat was sandpaper. Fanny’s smile flashed again. Then Simone’s body—lush, dangerous, everything Fanny wasn’t. Just once. She’ll never know. I took her hand.

Sienna Gets Double-Fúckéd (2) “I love your cóck,” Sienna moaned as she lowered herself onto Darius’s cóck. “Fill me up. Make me scream.” "Everyone will hear your voice from room 309" Daruis chuckled. "Ye-yes" I want them to know I'm losing my mind and having the—" "Shut the fúck up and ride this cóck like the slút that you are!" Daruis ordered as he lifted her hips and slammed her down his cóck in one swift movement.

Their every step heighten my fear. It pulls me closer to undesired forceful s*x. I gaze behind me. Perfectly blocked by their firm trainee figures without appropriate escape route. Same with my right and left. Before me is worse than other sides. Perfectly covered against escape. I stare hopeless and drained. Am beyond escape options. Am trapped within an inevitable position. Am trapped amidst s*x freak's. Am trapped as a s*x tool and sex quencher!. Oh boy. This is all messed. Entirely and severely messed.