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what could she possibly do that I haven't or don't have plans to? My fingers went to my lips as I thought if the things I habe been up to lately. We have both seemed to forget all about how it was like an unspoken taboo. Yes, we don't share mothers but we are brother and sister which makes it a whole new level of shit but it appeared the urge to satisfy my monster urges and his crazy indulgence was more than any other thing. "Why are you smiling?" That seemed to bring me out of my reverie. I immediately frowned.

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

This is something else entirely. He remembers the older staff telling stories—whispers in the breakroom, murmurs over coffee and cigarettes. Tales of guests who were out of control. Women, usually wealthy, bored, or lonely, who would proposition the staff without shame. He always thought those stories were exaggerated. Urban legends passed down between shifts to keep things interesting. But this—this is not a story. This is happening. Live. Raw. Unfiltered. And she’s not ashamed. Not even close. There’s no guilt on her face. No hesitation in her actions. Her eyes are sharp, focused only on him as if he’s the only man that exists in the universe right now.

“Cum for us. Let it all go.” My vision went white, my mouth opened in a cry I couldn’t control, and my body convulsed between them. My pussy clenched around Renee’s fingers in hard, my ass tightening around Wolfe’s cock. Fuck i cummed really hard. When my trembling started to ease, Wolfe leaned over me, his chest pressing into my back, his mouth right at my ear so only I could hear him. His voice was low and certain, the kind of tone that left no doubt in my mind that he meant every word. “We will do this often, Aria,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “And it will be our dirty little secret.”

“That’s the first thing. Let me finish the rest.” He pushes me back toward the bed, neither rough nor soft. My buttons come undone with clumsy hands, fabric tugged open without care. The room fills with the sounds of my ragged breath and his low chuckle. His finger drags down my throat, over my collarbone, then lower, tracing me like a map he means to keep. “You women always think they want safe,” he murmurs, voice now edged. “They don’t. They want taboo. They want to be owned, to be used until they’re raw. They want someone who will take and laugh and ask for more.”

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

With shaking legs, I whispered under my breath, voice breaking: “Mama… I’m so sorry if I don’t make it. Your whore daughter just wanted to take care of you and her brother…” I crawled back onto the bed, turned onto my back, and slowly spread my legs wide open for all four men. My hands were trembling as I reached down and spread my puffy pussy lips myself, exposing my stretched, glistening hole. “Do it,” I whispered, voice barely audible. “I want to know my real limit.” The four men looked at each other, then at Epstein, who nodded with a sick grin. Jamal went first, sliding back into my womb. Rico forced himself in beside him. My pussy stretched painfully around two massive cocks again. The

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.