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] while she laid there, her mind far-away. She'd been with dominant and submissive men, and men that were closeted gays who wanted to fuck her asshole and make her wear a beanie to cover up her hair and not say a word so they could pretend she was their male lover. She'd been in threesomes where the two men had paid more attention to themselves than they'd pay her. She had eventually lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling and letting them do their own thing.

I hovered over her, crashing my lips onto hers in a hot, messy kiss while my large hands cupped her full, heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling her sensitive nipples between my fingers. Anita moaned loudly into my mouth, her thighs spreading wide open for me. I slid my hand down her flat stomach, finding her wet, swollen heat between her legs. I buried two fingers deep inside her wet core, pumping them in and out with a slick, rhythmic motion while my thumb stroked her sensitive clit. "Ah! Kayzer, yes! Fuck, please!" Anita squealed, her back arching wildly off the mattress as her inner walls clamped tightly around my fingers, her entire body shaking as a powerful orgasm crashed

Obedience: The Submissive agrees to obey the Dominant’s orders and instructions to the best of their ability. 3. Limits: The Dominant and the Submissive both acknowledge that all activities must be agreed upon by both parties and must be within the limits that both parties have agreed upon. 4. Respect: The Submissive agrees to show respect to the Dominant at all times. 5. Communication: The Dominant and the Submissive agree to communicate openly and honestly about their needs and desires in order to ensure that all activities are consensual. The Dominant and the Submissive agree to talk about any issues that may arise in order to resolve them in a respectful and timely manner.

“Well then, you’re going to have them with me. Every single day with me as your dominant and you…. As my submissive… “ He told her. She was now trapped with him and now, she is his submissive and him… her dominant. THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ABUSE. IF YOU CAN'T STAND ANY MENTION ABOVE, THEN KINDLY PASS.

Now I find myself standing before it with deep attention. P**n. Intense, male-domineering, sweaty p**n. I can easily tell the woman being drilled is having the best fucking time of her life, which is why I quickly rewind the video to the part where the brunette lady pushes him back onto the bed, her eyes dark with hunger as she straddles his thighs. His huge hands grip her hips hard enough to leave marks before pulling her down so she can feel how rock-hard he already is beneath her. “Fuck, you're soaked,” he growls while sliding two thick fingers between her slick folds to tease her clit in slow circles.

- Each time we are in the red room, you will no longer have a name; you will be called number 1, because you are the first submissive to come to my floor. Here is a submission contract that is known only to us and my lawyers. In addition to the contract, there is a questionnaire that you must answer as honestly as possible, your preferences, what you hate the most; based on your answers, I will know how to conduct the sessions. - What are these sessions? - They are sessions where you will have a lot of pleasure. You are my submissive, my slave in the red room. But outside the room, you are my personal assistant in the eyes of everyone. I have two mistresses, four girlfriends in different cit

Just good fucking. I scroll through the Wanted boards—still chaotic, still weirdly specific. Hotwife shit. Couple-swapping like it’s a neighborhood potluck. Unicorn hunters begging for bi babes to fix their marriages. It’s all loud and thirsty and trying way too hard. None of it hits right. Not for what I’m craving tonight. Then I see it. One submissive wanted. One hour. Three masked dominants. No names. In the Viewing Room. Apply only if you’re ready to be watched.

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

His command was sharp, brooking no argument, and she obeyed instantly, scrambling into position on the couch. The leather creaked under her knees, her tits swaying heavily as she presented herself, pussy lips swollen and glistening, ass cheeks spread slightly from the angle. Rico's cum dribbled down her thighs, a trail that Jax scooped up with his fingers, using it to slick her tight back hole.

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that