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Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

Tags: [Free Use][Incest][Older Sister][Mentions of Mom][Blowjob][Face fuck][Talking While Sucking][Chastising While Sucking][Fucking On Couch][Doggy Style][Cum on Ass] Summary: Set in a 'Free Use' world. Sara just wants to watch her movie in peace, but her brother refuses to leave her alone. She decides to teach her younger brother some manners.... While also getting him off. All characters are 18+

Tessy was still adamant but needed his cock desperately now. “Very well,” Simon said as he moved towards her, trying to sound stern and not too eager, even though I knew the sight of Tessy’s juicy pink snatch all spread open and ready for him to fuck was irresistible. “Would you like a condom,?” I suggested, reaching across to my jacket to pull one out of the pocket. “I never thought you were such a slut,” Tessy sneered, but still she snatched it greedily from my hand and rolled it over Simon’s erection.

Blurb: When Annabelle Aston finds out that her stepfather has been jerking off to her pictures and videos on her Onlyfans site, she sets out on a mission to seduce him and make him hers. ------- One: Annabelle. "Your stepdad must be hung, I can bet my life on it," Samantha drawls out of the blue, her tone dreamy and reeking of longing. I take off my sunglasses with a gasp, sitting up quickly. Her eyes are fixed on my stepfather, Josh, and she has that intense look in them. I swat her arms. "Stupid girl. You shouldn't be saying stuff like that with — "

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

I can’t afford to let Mum find out I’m a pornstar. I have to find a way to keep Jameson’s mouth shut for good… no matter how slutty I have to get. The way Jameson was staring at me told me he knew exactly what I was thinking, and something told me he was going to make me work very hard to keep him quiet. Game on, Stepbrother.

This particular evening, she excused Isa to our bedroom, before looking me in my eyes and whispering, “He’s gone out of his mind totally child, out his mind! Just do what he asks, and we will prove him the fool.” Confused, I allowed mama to lead me into their bedroom; to my surprise there was no one else in the room except Smitty. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, sweating bullets, shaking, and holding a pink cardboard box. He threw the box to me and said, “Piss on the stick. Your whore ass ain’t had no period in 2 got damn months and I swear as God be my witness girl if yo’ ass pregnant you can call it curtains!”

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.

He’s dead. [Or stupid] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The bullet comments on the screen blew up into another climax, filled with more vicious curses this time and even less information. But the smirk on Meph’s face widened. “You guys are the best fans!” Meph’s long, deep, foxy eyes smile into two curvy lines, yet somehow he doesn’t come off as crafty but harmless and innocent, as if he really meant it. The amount of comments blew up, meaning star shards were a sensitive topic. At least, the “audience” had things to say about it.

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”