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“Look… I’m so wet for you. My pussy is itchy… it’s aching so bad.” “I miss you. I miss your thick cock stretching me open. Please… do something. Tell me what to do. I need you.” Tristan’s breath hitched. I watched his throat work as he swallowed hard, trying so visibly to control himself. His eyes were glued to my spread pussy, dark with raw hunger. “Baby… you’re drunk,” he rasped, voice low and dangerous. “You shouldn’t be doing this right now.” “But I want to,” I whined, wiggling my hips so my slick folds glistened even more under the phone light.

Sir Tristan sighs. My hands begin to twist the leash of the collar I hold in frustration. My pet lets out a small yip as his collar grows tighter. I pause to give him a scouring glance and watch as he shrivels under my touch, my nipples growing hard with unsated pleasure. To my left there is a tall, gilded cage holding 20 birds of various sizes and breeds, the latest quarry brought in from our night rides. I reach to the side and rattle the cage, never breaking eye contact. I feel my juices begin to flow as he whimpers. I pull the leash hard and watch him grow silent as blood begins to trickle down his neck. At this moment I wasn’t sure if I wanted to beat him or fuck him. Either way, I was

Sucking onto my bottom lip where I bit myself and then he pulled back. As I came down from my org^sm, he pulled out of me and released his fluids onto my stomach. His face contorted as he continued to come on me. Our chests heaved, and our panting were the only sounds in my bedroom. Tristan Crane had s^x with me, my crush on him and to even be with him came true. It felt so surreal.

"You underestimated me." "If you run away, I'll break your legs and take care of you." Triston looked like he was about to collapse, "Oh my god, I'm only 18 years old, please don't make me sick. If the two of you continue to be like this, I'll go and find someone to be with. " She blushed and said, "You've said too much." While they were chatting, Jaylyn had already returned. Triston put down his fishing rod: "Fishing is too boring. Rolando, what should we do in a while?"

"Lyra won't be interested in an asshole like you, Tristan. I think you know that she will reject you after she knows that you chase for her, right?" Tristan stopped his laugh. He brushed his tear that came because laughed too hard. The man takes a deep breath before reply his best friend's words. “You know I like challenges, Bro. That fierce woman is my type. And yeah, Lyra is a fierce one. She challenged. So fucking hot. Spicy woman. Imagine how she behaved when she was in bed. She's just a very good player. Ah, just thinking about it I have turned me on so fucking much."

We locked eyes immediately, fear and surprise flashing in her eyes. "Sir, I…" the rest of her words died in her throat as I rushed at her immediately, trapping her chin in between my fingers. "What do you think you were doing out there?" I leaned into her, so close my lips were almost grazing her cheek. "I, I…" "Let this stick with you, right this moment." I whispered. " You are mine. Fucking mine."

I shivered at the promise. Tristan closed the distance between us and I panicked. He froze with a frown on his handsome face. “how old are you?” “seventeen.” “do not lie to me.” “what will I gain by lying?” He studied me for a moment and after he seemed to be sure I wasn't lying he cussed out loud. “sweet mother goddess! I’m going to tear that bastard to shreds!” Well it seemed Gary hadn’t been lying about the tearing to shreds bit.

Rhett The familiar scent of pine and earthy dampness greets me as I cross into Forest Trails territory. Home. Though that word feels hollow now, more obligation than comfort. Like everything else in my life lately, it’s complicated by duty and expectations I never asked for. Tracy will be waiting at the clubhouse, neutral territory for what promises to be anything but a neutral conversation. We agreed to meet here rather than the dungeon where we usually play. This isn't about scene negotiation or pleasure; this is about ending something that should have been simple but never really was.

There’s a pole, and as music starts, she wraps herself around it and starts gyrating her hips. “This is why I brought you here,” Tristan says low in my ear. “The dancing…it’s sexual, but it’s a striptease, burlesque. Not fully naked. The girls are usually in Dance too, or at least Drama. They know what they’re doing. I thought you might like it.”

She is semi-popular at school everyone knows her as the party girl and all the boys try to flirt with her but they know who her older brother is so they back off. Tristano mostly stays in his room but he is friendlier than his twin. He likes to play video games with his friends and he has had multiple arrest warrants out for him because he has broken into different places like stores, clubs, gyms, etc. He is basically your typical bad boy but the one thing he has going for him is his popularity and his girlfriend. Excuse me friend that is a girl.