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The second orgasm hit her without a single warning. It tore through her in hard, pulsing waves that made her walls clamp down viciously around his cock. She cried out against his mouth, her body arching hard off the desk. Alexandro didn’t slow down for a second. He rode her right through it, drawing every last tremor out of her until she was trembling and completely oversensitive, then chased his own release with a handful of brutal, merciless strokes. He came with a low, guttural groan, burying himself deep and flooding her womb again in hot, thick pulses.

She walked right up to the bed, teasing my jaw with the tip of a leather crop before leaning down to stroke Jake's back. "Such an obedient little toy," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. Without another word, she unbuttoned her lace robe, stepping over my hips and guiding my hard cock straight into her wet core in one smooth drop. "Ahhh, fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sank all the way down. The heat was overwhelming. She rode me with relentless power, her hips slamming against mine while she held a small vibrating bullet right against my tip. Behind me, Jake grabbed the dildo and drove it back into my hole with ruthless force.

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

When I got to him, I stood over him on the bed, turned around, and gently squatted over his face. "I said..", he trailed off. "Sit", he added as his hands brought me down to his face. "Fuck", I shivered. His tongue had already begun to tease my clit, it circled round and round making a low pressure build up in my belly. I took his hard throbbing cock in my hands, and took it in my mouth. It tasted like ice cream on a hot summer day, it felt like taking water when you've been parched. I mean, the taste of his cock was so erotic. I could feel myself drip even more.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

“Look at you… riding my cock so beautifully. You’re shaking for me, baby. Such a filthy, perfect girl. Keep going — use me. Make yourself cum on my cock.” I moaned loudly, leaning forward so my hair fell around us like a curtain. Our mouths met in messy, desperate kisses as I rode him harder, my shaky legs struggling to keep the pace. Every time I sank down, he thrust up to meet me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Viktor… I’m so close,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop— I love you… fuck, I love feeling you inside me.” He gripped my hips tighter, helping me move. “Come for me, Scarlett. Let me feel you squeezing my cock. I’m yours… all yours.”

she screamed. Silas let out a roar. He moved faster. He was a machine of muscle and bone. He was using all his strength to drive his massive length into her. He was stretching her to her absolute limit. Elara felt her bones shifting. She felt her insides being molded by his shape. The erotica was raw. It was simple. It was just a giant and a girl in a dark room. There was no talking. There was only the sound of sex. The smell of honey and sweat was thick in the air.

I was still kissing him when he made me come again, his body hitting my clit in just the right way to make me clench down on his cock and tremble uncontrollably against him. Aaron groaned when I did, his thrusts becoming harder and staggered, and before he even started leaning into me, I knew he was close. "Gonna come," he grunted. His face as he came was amazing. The moment of tension as his eyes slammed shut, the way his mouth dropped open, the breathless sound he made as he pumped his cock inside me those last few times... it was fascinating and erotic and beautiful. He sighed after a moment, a deep release of breath before he held me close to him with his lips against my neck.

The confessional creaked with every blow of his hips against my ass. "Oh my God..." I gasped. "Don’t call out to God now," he warned, biting the sensitive skin beneath my ear. "He isn’t going to save you from me." "Emerson, please..." I begged. Emerson responded by speeding up, pounding inside me with ruthless precision, dragging me to the edge. My moans intensified, and he covered my mouth with one of his hands. "Cum," he ordered. "Stain me with your sin, Serena." I came undone. A violent orgasm shattered me, my walls contracting around his cock. He growled, an animalistic sound.

The guys watched, mesmerized, as the fake cock disappeared into my body, then emerged, shiny and wet. "Look at her lips," Mark breathed. "They cling to it. They don't want to let go." Leo kept going in a slow, deep rhythm. Ethan applied the vibrator to my clit. Ben and Derek returned to my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. Mark stroked my inner thighs. I was lost. The world narrowed to the feeling of being filled, buzzed, and touched from all sides. I was a living, breathing centerfold, a pornographic dream come to life for these men. And I loved it.