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Flicking my tongue out, I tasted her… and tasted him still leaking from inside her. She grinded down, riding my face while Hurst slid the vibrator inside me, curling it deep against that spot. I screamed into her cunt. Cumming, shaking, sobbing, thighs clamping around Hurst’s wrist. “So quick?” She teased. “That's boring.” Janette lifted off and climbed to the drawer again, returning with a strap-on already harnessed. A thick, black, veined silicone cock jutted obscenely from her hips. My eyes drifted away from it, and back to Hurst still glistening with our juices.

His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking a mark right below my ear. “No one has to know,,” he whispered into my ear, his voice a low, vibrating sin. “Just a secret. Just once. I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely breathe.” He traced his tongue up to my earlobe, licking it slowly. I shivered, my head falling back. “Eva doesn’t have a single sex bone in her body,” he muttered, his hands sliding down to my waist. “She’s all career and wedding plans. She doesn’t look at me the way you do. She doesn’t make me feel like this.”

His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line. He leaned down, his breath hot on my inner thigh. I gasped softly, anticipating his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my thong, sending shivers down my spine. He hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly pulled it aside, exposing my most intimate place. My pussy. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped, my back arching off the desk. He sucked and licked, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with desire. I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me.

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“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Glancing at my dom one last time, the look in his eyes made my skin heat and then I started walking slowly around the couches. Once I was close enough, the first man reached out casually without even looking away from his laptop. His large warm hand cupped one of my tits, squeezing firmly, as though weighing it. All of a sudden, his thumb flicked my nipple hard and I gasped in a mix of pleasure and shock. Another hand from the opposite side slapped my ass sharply, making the plug jolt inside me. Damien’s voice was low and dangerous as he purred. “You are not allowed to cum, Lila. Not once. If you do, the punishment will be much worse than what’s coming.”

It was time for me to start afresh, on a clean slate. I told myself it was over. No more taboos. Just a clean break. I even thought about getting a girlfriend. Smart. But every night, I’d lock my door and scroll through my hidden and pull up a blurry pic she’d sent to me sometimes ago (her in a low cut top; her lower breast showing, and that devilish smile of hers she always put on as if she knew exactly what I was about to do), and stroke myself raw thinking about her stretched around me, her pussy clenching when I whispered I’d fill her again. I came hard every time, biting my pillow hard so no one in my house would hear me groan her name.

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He looked dangerous and irresistible at the same time. “These books contain ancient erotic magic,” he warned, his midnight eyes locked on mine. “Every story can be brought to life. The pleasure you’ll feel will be real. Absolutely real. But staying too long comes with a price.” “I don’t believe you,” I breathed and stepped back from him, even as heat bloomed low in my stomach. Lucian reached out to me slowly, His fingers brushed the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist just the lightest touch. I get an intense pleasure that explodes through my body like liquid fire. My knees buckled instantly.

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