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In the mirror I watched his face change with lust. “Jesus Christ, Ava. Look at you. Soaking for me already.” He kicked my feet wider, one big hand coming down to slap my ass hard. The sting made me moan loud. “Yes… again,” I begged. “Greedy little whore,” he growled, but he slapped the other cheek, harder. Then his fingers were there, sliding through my slick lips, circling my clit rough. “This what you were doing? Playing with this tight cunt right before your shift?”

My pussy stretched obscene around him, burning sweet, walls fluttering wild. "Fuuuuck!" I screamed, the fullness overwhelming, hitting deeper than anything. Juices squirted out around his base, soaking his balls. "Tight fucking hole," he snarled, hands gripping my hips bruising. He pulled back slow, veins dragging my walls, then pounded in brutal. Skin slapped loud wet, rhythmic, my ass rippling with each impact. "This pussy's mine now. Gripping me like a vice, you filthy secretary slut." "Yes! Harder, you arrogant bastard!" Sweat slicked our skin, the desk creaking under us.

The sensation of something damp and heated slid slowly across me, and I could clearly feel his hands kneading repeatedly. Help! Someone, please help me! My mind screamed in silence. It felt as though my heart was being torn in two. One part of me was screaming to stay quiet, caught in the pleasure of the moment. Then, I felt his hands pull away, followed by a faint rustling sound. My heart leaped into my throat. A moment later, something hard and heated pressed firmly against my most intimate area.

And so the host pile-drove her into the floor boards. Rammed the ginger into an erotica reader’s submissive fantasy... Her lower back was aching from the pain, yet she squealed for more. He latched onto her thighs, pushing the legs farther behind her neck. And when it was time to quit... the woman found herself unable to move. She had become stuck! The leg muscles seized up from the extreme angle (and possible orgasm). It would have to be, yes... “Removal!” he cheered!

I stayed angry. That night, I touched myself again. I squeezed my breasts hard and fingered my wet pussy while crying. I was so frustrated and horny. The next day, I went to see him again. But he was so busy with city affairs and important meetings that he didn’t have time for me. I went back to my room and cried again. I played with my breasts and fingered myself angrily, imagining it was his big cock, but it only made me feel worse. Then, in the middle of the night, the door to my room opened quietly. I sat up in my bed, shocked. Eric walked in completely naked, his strong body glowing in the moonlight and his cock was already half-hard.

Fucking hell. I start moving slow at first, and then soon, I pick up the pace as I bounce hard, ass slapping against her thighs, lost in the wet heat and her constant stream of praise and filth. “Fuck, look at that greedy pussy swallowing me. So shy in the world, but such a desperate little cum-slut for your succubus.” Lira’s voice is low, wanton in a way that makes me want to cum right there and then. My nipples feel tight, hard, and when she rubs her tail against it, I feel like my heart is going to force its way out through my throat.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

EPISODE FIVE: His Dirty Obsession Selena’s breath hitched hard, fingers digging into the desk as Blake’s thumb circled the tight ring of her asshole, feeling it twitch under his touch. His hips slowed, dragging his cock inside her pussy in a deep, grinding roll that made her clench. The thick shaft twisted inside her heat while his slick fingers, coated in her own wetness, pressed at her back hole. “Blake…” she gasped, eyes wide on him, her voice trembling.

He grabbed my shoulder, swinging me around and pushing me over in a split second. I screamed and tried to get up but he pinned me down, his strong arms keeping in me place effortlessly. He moved my g-string to the side, and the air brushed against my exposed pussy. "Look at that pretty pink pussy." He mumbled, poking my entrance with his finger, and I shivered. "You claim not to want me, but look at how wet you already are." A low, deep chuckle escaped his lips and I whimpered, shutting my eyes tightly and supporting myself by holding onto the chair.