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Her body shook hard. I felt heat between my legs even though I was scared. Liam touched my arm. “We do what we have to,” he whispered. Isabella came to me. She kissed me deep. Her tongue was bold. She pushed me against the wall and lifted my leg. Her fingers found me wet. She pushed two inside me and moved them perfectly. I moaned against her mouth. The pleasure came fast. She rubbed my sensitive spot while kissing my neck. I came shaking in her arms.

"The part where she performs for him. Read it, or the investment consideration is over and the funding is gone." ​I took the book with shaking hands. My eyes blurred, but I found the words. "'He... he told her to touch herself while he watched,'" I read, my voice barely audible. "'He wanted to see her fingers disappear into her own silky folds so he would know exactly how ready she was for him.'" ​"And?" Ryan prompted, his voice low and sexy. "Keep going." ​I swallowed hard. I reached down, my fingers hovering over the edge of my panties. I slid one finger under the elastic, finding the slick, swollen folds of my pussy. I let out a small, broken whimper as I touched myself.

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He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them rough, his fingers digging in, then sliding one hand down to finger her pussy while she kept riding, his thumb circling her clit, making her arch back and cry out even louder. I stood there, watching him fondle my fucking best friend, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room, and I felt sick, used, like everything we'd had was just a lie. I couldn't hold it in anymore, my voice broke as I whispered, "Alex... Alex!" Tyla's eyes snapped open, she froze for a second, then scrambled off him, her pussy still glistening from how wet she was, his cock shiny and hard, pointing up li

A moment later, a familiar voice crackled through, warm and bright with that irreverent humor that always managed to make even dire moments feel a little less terrifying. “Elara, my favorite witch with a healer’s license. To what do I owe the honor? Please tell me you’re not calling about the rash thing again—” “It’s not about that, Charlie,” she interrupted, though her lips twitched despite herself. “It’s Cheyenne.” That was enough to wipe the smile right out of his tone. “What happened?” he asked immediately.

Trigger Warnings: FemDom, Male Sub, BDSM Dynamics, Power Play, Voyeurism,Shibari(Japanese bondage and submission)Humiliation..21+. “Say it again, Elio.” Janelle Montrose stood at the bottom of the staircase, glass of water forgotten in her hand, her head cocked toward the barely cracked door at the end of the hall. The soft whimpers echoing through the silence were unmistakable. Breathless. Desperate. Erotic.

Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly need this . May be I will finally be able to grow some balls against his abuses” “Joel doesn’t teach that”. Cuts in the hoarse voice which seemed familiar. Her face still fixated to the book in her hand, making a peripheral vision, she glanced surreptitiously as in out of the corner of her eyes to see the person who spoke to her. “Joel Osteen is a wonderful writer and you can also look at me direct” he said making mockery of her indirect glances. “ I am not afraid to look at you" she blurted still keeping her head downturned.

By tomorrow, my lips would be swollen from how rough he kissed me. He finally sat back in the seat beside me, breathing hard. We were a mess. "I love fucking you." He muttered, running his hand through his hair. I smiled, my cheeks burning. "You're so wild." "You bring it out of me." He grinned, knowing exactly what he did to me. My phone rang, I took it from my bag, and froze when I saw the name. Why was Tyla calling? Before I could pick up, the call ended. Then came a text. I tapped the screen, my heart pounding. The message read: 'I know what you've been doing.' I stopped breathing.

“That’s adorable.” “Why?” “Because fate has a funny habit of ruining plans.” “I don’t care.” “I’m serious.” “I’m also serious Alexis. Once your first heat kicks off I promise you, your brain won't be what you're thinking with but your coochie will be in desperate need for him to be inside you believe me then you won't be thinking at all. Aretha stands up. “Well Aretha that was so descriptive have you experienced this?" “No we are not talking about me we are talking about you and your new found mate"