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It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

I imagine grabbing her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat and choking her lightly while I fuck her harder. My hips snapping forward to bury myself in her hilt. “Fuck professior, I’m going to f…fucking cum. Please, I want to cum professor.” Anna cums undone while her body is shaking as she squirts into the cushion as her ass spasms around my invading cock. That pushes me over the edge. In the fantasy, I roar and flood her ass with hot cum as pulse after pulse filling her up until it leaks out around my shaft. Back at the couch, my own release hits me.

“I was just… trying something new.” Madison’s eyes narrowed slightly. A flicker of suspicion crossed her face, there and gone so fast I almost missed it. She stepped closer, her perfume mixing with the faint scent of smoke. She pulled a cigarette from her robe pocket, lit it with a practiced flick, and took a long drag. The tip glowed orange in the dim light.

“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.

“Let me make you feel good, little wolf.” He slides one thick finger inside me and I gasp at the intrusion. It feels so good, so much better than my own fingers. “So tight,” he groans. “Fuck, Maya. How are you so tight?” “Because no one else has…” I gasp as he curls his finger, hitting something that makes stars explode behind my eyes. “No one else has touched me.” He freezes. “What?”

She starts grinning wildly as she drives her pussy down on my face. I want to scream for her to stop, but I go for it, ready to take anything they do. I lick her slowly at first, tasting her. God, I don't understand what she tastes like. Like something acidic or metallic. I wonder if this is what Cairo tastes when he eats me. I keep sucking on her clit, shutting down the stupid thoughts running through my mind. She throws her head back, laughing and moaning as she rides my face like a dick.

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“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.