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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?"

Before she could say anything, Tristan crushed their lips together again, keeping them attach as he fumbled with the condom. Jane pulled back, catching her breath, “How did you know I was going to invite you in?” He shrugged, an arrogant smirk on his face. As she opened her mouth to retort, Tristan looped his fingers around her panties. The words died on her lips, and she arched her back, letting his fingers dance dangerously close to her inner thighs. He raked his eyes over her, focused at the way she curled her legs together. He parted them open, tugging at the panties down her legs in one swift move. She gasped as the cold air hit her skin. Jane squirmed at his intense gaze on her. He pus

"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."

Tristain was on the bed close to me, playing with my nipple and suckling on the other, my body giving me away slowly because tell me why his touch was making me wet in between my thighs. “Please…”. I tried to beg and pull away but he didn't let me, he sucked on my breast like a baby, pressing it with so much force, I stared at him vulnerably. “You don't want this?”. He raised his gaze to meet my eyes, and my breast pulled away from his mouth slowly. “I'm not ready please. Give me some time”. I pulled the sheet close to cover my nakedness. Tristain let go of the other nipple, he stood up slowly and walked back to where the whisky was, his cock dangling all over the room, my heart racing.

“ I didn't. .” “Yes, you did “ Dominique's anger was pointless. At this point , I felt like I was on the receiving end of the aftermath of a bad dream or something. “You couldn't try it with me, so what did you do? You went for my aunt, didn't you? You couldn't get any from me so you tricked my aunt.” I shut my eyes tight as pain slashed through my chest. Aliyah. After trusting her again, she…. “Answer me, you wretched rat!”

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.”