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I shrugged as I paused for a moment. Then I spoke. “And because of that, I haven’t an idea of who he was..” I added. My lips were now become muted. I noticed Jane winced, and Summer looked a bit dismayed. I know they wanted to know who’s that man. Especially I heard from Laurene that these two silly friends of mine are interested to know about that man, as Laurene said to me that she caught them looking at that man last night. Laurene told me that it seems that without hesitation, they are ready to give up themselves just for that man because of their luscious and lascivious eyes on that man.

Just take a few things for the night, tomorrow you’ll come to get the rest. - But who told you I want to sleep with you? - I don’t need permission to have one of my submissives with me. - Sorry, sir, but I like sleeping alone. - What am I going to do with you? He approaches me slowly, towering over me with his height. He lifts my chin and brings our lips closer.

Wanted someone to use me so hard I forgot my own name. His message was already waiting. Ryan: Your profile says you're new to this. But your kink list says otherwise. Degradation, rough play, orgasm control, anal training. That's not a beginner's wishlist. So which is it—are you actually new, or are you just another sub looking for someone to feed her fantasies? Direct. Blunt. No bullshit. My pussy clenched. I typed back with one hand, still touching myself with the other. Me: New to the community. Not new to wanting to be treated like a whore. Does that answer your question?

I gave him a helping hand, tugging my pants lower. He hummed something I didn't hear before taking me into his mouth. A low moan caught in my throat. I tangled my fingers into his hair, holding his head steady as I began a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing deep until I grazed the back of his throat, then pulling out entirely. The internal warfare raging inside William was clear from across the room, and I know the fact that his only options were either watching or leaving, killed him. "Do you see how well your boyfriend takes a dick?" the third man, still buried balls deep in the submissive hole, spoke.. All his submissive could manage was a strained, high pitched whimper. "See how needy he i

The words poured out messy and fast. “Dear Dairy, I did something that changed how I feel now. Leo walked in while I was touching myself thinking about his cock from that bathroom day. I was drunk and crying about how much I hate this family. He promised not to tell, then kissed me. His fingers made me come so hard I saw stars. He took care of me when I threw up, saw me naked, washed me. This morning the little touches at breakfast and in the hallway made me feel insane. I suddenly feel so different about him. I hate how much I want more now. I keep fantasizing about his cock in my mouth, stretching my pussy, tying me up and taking control. Rough stuff. BDSM things I’ve only read about. It’s

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

"FUCK ME IN THE STORM! SHIFT MY WOMB, DOMINIC!" The wind picked up, blowing more rain onto us. Our bodies were slick with sweat and rainwater, making the sound of the sex even wetter. Squelch. Slap. Squelch. Dominic was a beast. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look at the dark sky while he hammered into me. "Tell me who owns this pussy!" he roared, his muscles bulging in the moonlight. "Tell me who owns you while the world sleeps!"

He’d left the question in the air expecting me to explode or to scare me. I’d met guys who liked to shock girls that they dated, trying to play up their masculinity. The problem was that Tim didn’t need to shock me to prove his masculinity. He oozed it. “So there’s got to be a story attached to that statement,” I said after I’d put my drink back down, trying to act calm at his crazy statement. “Not really. She was my submissive, and she told me ‘no’ when I gave her a command.” “You're submissive? Like 50 Shades of Grey submissive stuff?”

while his thick cock stretches my virgin cunt open, locking us together as he breeds me. I laugh nervously, pushing my hair behind my ear while trying desperately to hide how soaked I am. “Yeah… I get it. He has that whole intense, dominant thing going on.” Mia shrugs. “He’s obsessive about it. Wakes up at dawn, lifts heavy, runs the beach like he’s training for war. Growls when he’s concentrating but It’s kind of scary how controlled he is.” *Growls.* My mind floods with filthy images of Damien above me in bed, growling low in my ear as he pounds into me, his dick swelling, teeth grazing my neck, claiming me as his Omega while I scream his name and beg for mercy.