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He was about speaking when we heard a loud voice boom through the tunnels, not from a person but from a speaker mounted in a drone. “Subject 0-9. Roxy of the Silver Willow.Your sanctuary is revoked. The Council has authorized your termination. Surrender now, and your companion will be spared.” I looked at Jax. He looked at me, his amber eyes wide with terrifying realization. “Roxy, who the hell are you?” jax whispered. Before I could answer the tunnel behind us exploded in a flash of white light and a voice filled with sickeningly familiar cruelty called from the shadows.

Dozens of them. I saw her name first, Kayla. Then the photos. Nudes. Close-ups of tits I didn’t recognize. A video thumbnail of a girl on her knees, mouth open, Tyler’s dick in frame. Captions that made my stomach drop. “God I love when you choke me with it” “She never lets you do this, does she?” “Can’t wait to ride you again. Your gf’s pussy must be so boring by now” And worst of all…his replies.

“Have a look at what I just sent you.” Nathania did as she was told and opened her W******p chat with Teresa. She had sent her three pictures and she clicked on them but when one picture blew up and she saw the people inside, her heart stopped and her hand shook. Two people were standing under the moonlight, one was hugging one from behind and without thinking too much, she knew who those people were. She swiped to the next picture and it was the one Xavier was hugging her. The last picture was a screenshot of a post and it clearly read in bold letters: ‘XAVIER AND OLIVER ARE A THING?’

If he keeps this up, I'll forge his name on a marriage certificate for us. I run my fingers along the large and small portraits of him that are hung in the room. Some showing only the bottom half of his face, some showing off his extensive collection of tattoos on his body, some of when he had long hair, and some of his current, shorter style. There's even a picture of himself sitting in his closet, shirtless with his pants pulled down way too low for my eyes to linger for long. I quickly look away, feeling embarrassed. My hand rests on a picture that looks recent where he's dressed in all black with his hands covering his face. He tends to not show his face in almost all the pictures displa

She had sure been tampering with her pussy, which looked swollen and gushing. Mira was holding her phone up, clearly taking pictures with her tits and pussy open. "What the fuck are you doing, you nasty bitch? " I asked, sauntering over with a huge smile on my face. My own cunt was starting to throb just watching her like this. Why wouldn't it?? Mira had a gorgeous body, and when she had her pussy open like that, it was a banger. "Sending my nudes to one of my sponsors." She shot back, clicking more photos.

Her nipples stood hard and her cheeks were flushed as Imam Tariq’s cock pounded into her with relentless need, each thrust rough and desperate, like he was trying to bury himself deeper into her. His hips slammed into hers brutally along with the crucifix and her body squirmed beneath him, her boobs rising and falling as her chest heaved and her eyes struggled to stay open. This was a more intense fucking than she thought it would be. Gurgling and screaming incoherently, Abigail jerked and flailed as Imam Tariq, cumming so hard inside of his little Catholic fuck-puppet, was lost in his own pleasures and continued his intentional defilement of her sweet pussy with her own Holy Symbol.

I suggest. Tori goes to her knees. I lean back my head as she begins to pleasure me. She is so good at pleasing her Alpha. She can take it deep, and her mouth is so warm. No sooner than I feel like I am about to explode right into Tori's warm mouth, I hear a truck. I look up to see Beta Gunner pulling up with two people. "Do not stop. I am close, and I want you to finish pleasing me," I say to Tori.

I tugged at my bag strap, trying to act like I didn’t see it. "Uh... why are they all staring?" I muttered under my breath. "Because you’re hot?" Millie said casually, locking the car. "Don’t worry, they’ll get used to it." "Great," I mumbled, following her toward the entrance. We spotted Tori sitting on a bench near the school gates, her electric guitar resting on her knee. She was hard to miss—tall with sharp features, short black hair styled into a wolf cut that perfectly framed her pale face. Her outfit screamed gothic rebellion: ripped black jeans, combat boots, a choker, and dark lipstick that made her smirk even more intimidating.

The lady's pubic hair lay flat, untamed fur, laced with cum. We're all in our late thirties, married, kids, good jobs, nice suburban life. How the fuck did we end up naked and fucking each other's wives? It all started, when the dog got a boner. Let me back up. I'm Tor, short for Tormid, supposedly a Norse warrior of some renown in the tenth century. Hold on. Get that image out of your mind. We are all so average looking, it's pitiful. Everybody goes to the gym but we go out partying too, so we have a little more on us than we should. Since I have now seen my two best friends with hard cocks, taking turns shoving them in my gasping wife, I'll tell you we're average there too.

I was trembling and already close, when they pulled back. “Not yet,” Tori whispered with a naughty smile. “We want to play first.” She reached into the nightstand and pulled out a sleek, curved glass dildo and a small bullet vibrator. Collins took the glass toy, warming it between his palms while she turned on the vibrator, the low buzz filling the room. They laid me back against a pile of pillows then Tori straddled my chest, facing my pussy, giving me a perfect view of her soaked thong pulled to the side while Collins knelt between my spread thighs.