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I obeyed without hesitation, placing my wrists together behind my spine. I felt the smooth leather of a pair of soft cuffs secure my wrists. I was completely helpless, blindfolded and bound, standing in the middle of his room. A wave of pure, taboo excitement washed over me, soaking my panties where they lay on the floor. I had never done anything like this before. It felt forbidden, naughty, and intensely exciting. David’s hands were everywhere. He stroked my shoulders, ran his palms down my flanks, and cupped my ass, squeezing firmly.

Smithers asked. "Mr. Quinn engaged in giving oral sex to anonymous men, between four and sex men on each observed occasion," Agent O'Shea replied, glancing over at Quinn and seeing face flushed crimson. "He further engaged in receiving anal sex from one to two men on each observed occasion." "Your Honor, this is deplorable," Mr. Jordan said. "It is not against the law to be gay in our society today. It certainly doesn't imply any sort of moral turpitude."

Tossing back yet another drink, Gabriel gruffed out, “Fucking her out of it one last time, of course.” Once again, James and Colin exchanged a look, their eyebrows raised, before simultaneously returning their gaze to their friend. “And what makes you think that'll work?” Colin asked, to which Gabriel arched a single questioning brow. James elaborated. “You had sex with her just once before, yes? Yet she's already so deeply buried under your skin. What makes you think doing it the second time won't make it worse?” Colin hummed in agreement. “He's merely pussy whipped for now, perhaps this time, he'll be obsessed.” He sipped his drink, gargling a chuckle at Gabriel's death glare.

It had been a long time since Noah Cheong was a little boy, but he could still remember everything he ever been told about sex. His parent told him that sex is sacred, that's why he should only do it with a person that he truly loves. When he was a teenager, his conservative grandmother told him that sex was a sin, and he must suppress the desire for fornication until he was married. When he moved to New York, he realized that sex was dangerous as he often saw the governmental advertisement of sexually transmitted diseases on his way to work.

He still found a way to get his hand over my mouth and he slams into me. Something about this feels so taboo, so forbidden and it makes me even wetter. “You’re going to shut up and take my cock,” he grits into my ear. “You don’t want Daddy hearing how his baby girl gets ruined by his boss in the guest bathroom.” The filth of it makes me gush around him. He’s so big it hurts, but I take it. I want all of it, every fucking inch of his cock and every filthy word he has for me, I'm going to take it all.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

“We raised her for God! And you...” Mirabel's dad jabbed a finger in my chest. “...you corA Holy War rupted her. You ruined everything!” Then my dad stood, his tone was colder than ice. “Kyle, the rumors are everywhere. People are saying the Gates heir is screwing nuns for sport. A fetish. Do you have any idea what that does to our name?” Mirabel’s mother’s voice rose, it was cold with hate. “You’ll never be accepted by us, Kyle. You’re filth!”

Yet, I found that hard to believe. Electric shocks of pleasure raced through my body. My pussy clamped down hard against my fingers, and I bit my lip hard to swallow a loud moan. I sighed in hot anticipation as I rubbed my swollen, aching clit. Every single flick was agonizingly sweet, a forbidden taboo I knew I should never cross. The warning line was glaring and bright, but I refused to stay on the safe side, especially not after seeing what waited for me in the dark. I rubbed my wet, aching hole as I clicked on another video. This one showed Kaleb at a massive house party, but it was no ordinary gathering—it was a wild sex party.

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going. ‎Thanks so much for your support 💯 ‎

I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.