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The movement of his thumb across the crown sent a tiny burst of stars scattering behind his eyes, his balls tingling feverishly and swollen. He groaned as Theo’s palm brushed against the swollen skin, pleasure washing through his veins. “So,” Theo continued, “it happened that the editor guy is a rude asshole that’s also annoyingly self-absorbed—“ “What?” Nico rasped in a half-laugh. “What are you doing?” Reaching up, Theo slid his palm underneath his shirt and flicked his nipple. “Telling our story, of course.” “You’re joking?” “No.” “Ha.” Nico licked his bottom lip, insane desire blinding his vision. “How did we even get here?”

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Tara had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog - ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

I tunnel through her cunt, lust glazing my lips. I seek the perky pink morsel snuggled in the ripples and feel her clit thump against my tongue. Quiet quivers bolt through Taryn’s body. It isn’t in her nature to be noisy. But her face is screaming, the features beautifully contorted, like a Picasso.

Marcy heard her own silly words and could not believe her depraved yearnings. The ass fucking of Marcy lasted a long time. Lafitte's children were astonished at the older woman's staying power. She bucked and humped like a spirited bronco making Lafitte most pleased. He even tightened his grip on her neck to make her quiver and dance on the end of his well-satisfied cock. Marcy was enjoying every minute of it and when Lafitte's liquid offering finally splashed into her waiting rectum, she gave voice to her pleasure in a loud lingering wail of lust. When Lafitte withdrew from the naked woman's bottom, his vampire cum bubbled out of her little brown hole. It was not white, it was not brown, it

His words were a growl, as if he were a feral animal. Damien added a second, scissoring those two fingers until the stretch and burn made the pleasure skyrocket. And when he rubbed my clit with his thumb, sending me to the highest peak, I cried out in panic, scared I wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer. “Now, Fina. Come for me now.” He sank his teeth into the flesh where my thigh and pussy met, and I came so hard stars danced in front of my eyes. God… my father’s brother was making me come.

“You’re dripping.” She buried her face in his neck, embarrassed and so turned on she couldn’t think straight. “Daniel— we can’t— people will—” “Shh. Quiet, baby.” His voice was rough. Hot against her ear. “Just let me feel you.” He pushed her panties aside. Two thick fingers slid through her wetness, teasing her entrance, then pushed inside. Deep. Curling. His thumb found her clit and rubbed slow, perfect circles. Mara bit down on his shoulder to muffle the moan that ripped out of her. Her hips rocked against his hand without her permission. The audio kept playing — loud moaning, filthy dirty talk — syncing with the way his fingers fucked her slow and steady.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho