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I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.

Rowan would slam forward, shoving my whole body down onto Declan’s shaft. Then Declan would pull back, making me feel every single inch of both of them moving inside me. “You love this, don’t you?” Rowan snarled, his thrusts getting wilder, harder. “You love being our little three-holed fucktoy?” “YES! I’M YOUR WHORE!” I shrieked, my voice breaking. “FUCK ME! BREAK ME!” That was all they needed. They completely lost it. The room was just noise—their animal groans, the wet slap of skin, their filthy mouths.

Easy, Queen,“ I chuckled, steadying her with my firm hands on her hips. I continued my assault on her pussy, licking it, trailing my tongue down into her dripping slit, and sucking up the wetness from it. “Uh…ahh…mhmmm…yes…fuck…Ryder…!“ “Keep it down, Queen. You don't wanna wake everyone with your moan,“ I grinned, loving the sensation I was making her frail body go through. I left her hips and stuck a finger into her slit, sending it deep and taking it out, thrusting in and out in a slow, steady move. She gripped my hair so tightly, as her pussy walls clenched against my finger. Wanting to spice it up a little more, I added another finger, flicking my tongue against her clit and shoving my

His lips curve in a mocking half-smile, waiting. Swallowing hard, I lift my hips and sink down slowly. The stretch is intense, almost painful, my oversensitive pussy struggling to take him again. A long, primal groan tears out of me as I settle fully onto his cock, my ass flush against his hips. He’s so deep it feels like he’s pressing against my cervix, filling me completely. “Fuck…” I whimper, trembling. Wren’s hands clamp onto my waist, fingers bruising. “Harder,” he growls. “Ride me like you mean it. Like you’re drowning and I’m the only thing keeping you alive.”

Long limbs untangled themselves from the other two as the busty blonde smiled salaciously at Alina, her large, full breasts undulating as she sauntered ever closer. " I smell your sweet juices, my Queen, now open your legs and let me lick you clean." Laughing lustfully, Alina unclasped the simple clip holding her garment together, and wiggled slightly, sighing as it slithered to the floor. Gwen was on her knees in an instant, pulling her underwear down and the Queen stepped out of them gracefully before standing with her legs wide enough to give Gwen free access to her hot, moist slit. The confident blonde moaned at the carnal sight, burying her head as far as she could as her tongue darted

LIAM As soon as I left Felix, my irritation still pulsing beneath the surface, I gave him a clear directive: "Dig into this 'Queen of the West.' I want to know everything by morning." This day kept getting better and better, with more mysterious women throwing themselves in my path. This Queen of the West woman, whoever she was, sounded more like a joke and a waste of time, and I had a feeling the stunt she pulled back in the game room wouldn't be her last.

Behind her, she didn't realize the 11 pairs of eyes following her, nor the shadow that snuck after her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Caliana shut the main door of the house, sneaking in quietly and going to her room. Making sure no one was awake, she let out a breath of relief as she closed her bedroom door. "Long night?" **Trigger warning. Skip if desired** Caliana jumped and nearly screamed at the sound of Seth's voice. Spinning around, she was suddenly pinned against her door by her throat, his firm hand squeezing the air out of her. Her hands gripped and scratched at his wrist, gasping softly for air. He leaned in close, his breath smelling of ale. "Your a little whore. Sneaking into

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

“Come on, Knox. Touch me. I know you want to.” His fingers dig into the couch cushions hard enough that I hear fabric tear. “Ember, I swear to the Goddess—” The front door bursts open. Queenie stumbles through first, arms overflowing with bags, eyes wide — and then wider when she takes in the scene before her. Me straddling Knox on the couch, his shirt riding up my thighs, my hips frozen mid-grind, his hands very pointedly not touching me while I’m very clearly trying to fuck him through his pants.