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My entire body rapidly caught on fire as I touched myself, rubbing my inner folds, getting my fingers wet with my juices. Sven's dirty texts swam through my head. I'll pin you to the floor and fuck you hard until all you can do is twitch under me and scream my name. That was my favourite so far. He made being helpless sound so sexy, I couldn't believe I was down for it. I was about to slide a finger from behind into my little love box when I heard movement behind me. I immediately withdrew my fingers, ready to stand up just in case it wasn't Sven and a coworker instead, but his voice reached me, and I shuddered.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content, beast-human romance, delayed pleasure, dominance, restraints, power play, and consensual use of sex toys. . . The rain fell heavy over the crimson hills of Caldrith, thick as blood against the towering iron gates that shielded the Beast King’s domain.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

My pen trembled as I handed in my assignment. The pages felt heavy with my secret thoughts. I'd poured my deepest desires into that story – clear pictures of the heat inside me when I watched my friends in their soft dresses, or saw them in the showers, their bodies wet and shiny. I was nineteen, a tomboy, but I hungered for lace and curves. I'd never acted on it. Until now.

Her oral skills were highly developed and she came to the group already indoctrinated by the ridiculous revelations of a popular series of "Vampire" stories. They were well written and attracted the devotion of a number of disaffected young people to the romantic elements of vampirism. Lafitte had not hesitated to give the beautiful young girl the fang of creation. His long cock buried in her tight young pussy was treated to her violent changing life-force opening her core to his vampire seed. He had done that on several occasions and he never tired of the stimulation that replenished his sexual energy. Lafitte made a habit of tasting the pretty girl's blood early each morning before the sun

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

His rolled up sleeves reveal the thick veins in his forearms, and the scent of him, that woodsmoke and sharp musk, seems to drift across the rows of desks, clogging my lungs. "Most writers fail because they are afraid to feel," Professor Tyler begins, his eyes snapping back to mine for a split second before moving on. "They describe a scene like a blueprint. But a story is not a blueprint. It is an experience. If you want your reader to bleed, you have to describe the coldness of the blade. If you want them to burn, you have to make them feel the heat of the skin."

Hunter’s hand tightened in my hair, while Kyle braced both hands on the wall, his head tipped back, and his mouth open in a constant low groan. The water kept pouring, running down their chests, over my breasts, and dripping from my hard nipples. Steam made everything feel closer, hotter, and more intense, and my pussy throbbed between my legs, aching to be filled again, but I wasn’t done with their cocks yet. I wanted them shaking, leaking, and begging before I let them have more.