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He ran his palm down her stomach, then between her legs, two fingers sliding through her folds. “Already wet,” he murmured with dark satisfaction. “Good girl.” He turned her around and bent her forward over the marble conference table, pressing her breasts against the cold surface. “Spread your legs wider.” Aria obeyed, heart hammering. She heard his zipper, then felt the thick, heavy head of his cock rubbing against her entrance. Without any warning, Damian thrust forward, burying half his impressive length inside her tight heat in one powerful stroke. “Ahhh— fuck!” Aria moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the table as she was stretched open.

she whispered. His hands finally moved — sliding up her thighs, gripping her ass, pulling her down onto his lap. Vesper moaned softly as she felt his hardness press against her core through their clothes. She ground against him slowly, sensually, her hands on his shoulders as she rode his lap. The friction was delicious. Dante groaned, his fingers digging into her ass. “You’re dangerous,” he rasped, lips brushing her neck. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly.” Vesper smiled, grinding harder. “Then take what you want, Dante.”

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Perhaps to match Hugo's energy who mouth-fights like a true Latino. Thankfully his trait to cook like a madman when he's angry is still the same. Because I get to enjoy this spread while watching live telenovela featuring two married gay men. *** "Oh God," he groans like he's in pain, "If you don't leave Santiago for him, I'll do it." I laugh as both of us keep on watching the attractive guy sitting in front of us. The way he sits, or drinks that cup of coffee, it's like he's posing for a photo shoot.

The burn is intense, a sting of pleasure and pain that makes my eyes water. “Good girl,” the man behind me hisses, easing in deeper. “So fucking tight…” My hands fist against Shaggy’s chest as I tremble between them, filled in both holes, utterly claimed. I can feel every inch of them...as they begin to move, one deep and slow, the other deliberate and firm. Shaggy kisses me again, and this time it's pure fire. “Let go,” he growls against my lips. “Let us take you apart.”

Eli gasps but doesn’t resist; his submission is complete. “Good boy,” Damian murmurs, sliding down Eli’s body slowly. He kisses and bites gently, testing limits, eliciting gasps, moans, and tiny cries from Eli. Every touch, every kiss, every controlled movement sends shivers of submission racing through Eli. “Do you feel how much I claim you?” Damian whispers in his ear, fingers moving with masterful precision. Eli’s answer is incoherent—a mix of gasps, moans, and “Yes… Damian… please… more…”

Every step sent a fresh throb through his wrecked hole—pain and an unsettling, addictive fullness mixing together. Jax’s hand stayed firm on the back of his neck, guiding him like a disobedient pet. The quarterback’s cock, still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids, swung heavily between his muscular legs with each confident stride. “You thought just one load would be enough?” Jax’s voice was low, amused, dripping with dark satisfaction. “I saw the way you stared the second you walked in here, freshmeat. Eyes locked on my dick like it was the only thing in the world. Don’t pretend you weren’t begging for this.”

My body's on fire, nipples hard against my bra and my pussy aching from the earlier tease. This is a terrible idea. He's the enemy. But fuck it all—the tension's been building since the conference room, and being this close, trapped... I can't think straight. Before I can stop myself, I surge up on my toes and crash my lips against his. It's aggressive, all teeth and frustration, my hands fisting his shirt to pull him closer. Brian follows my lead for a split second—stunned, then kissing back hard, his tongue invading my mouth like he's claiming victory.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

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