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Lucas sat at his reading table, he held a flora design magazine and was going through the different flowers in it. The room was neatly arranged, Ruby had ensured that he grew up to be neat which was paying off, Ruby entered his room carrying a pot of wolfs bane, the praetor wolves sent to deliver a message to Reginald had some of it on them and gave it to her, Wolfs bane killed normal werewolves by touch but its scent was to help them tame and have self-control in cases like mortal combat and wars, she was so glad they could give her a pot of it, it would tame Lucas in case of any danger in the human world.

Another five grand. Oh God. Who was this person? He just had ten thousand dollars laying around to watch some stranger online fist herself on camera? I reached over and grabbed the lube on the bedside table. I poured the liquid all over my already juicy cunt. And then I pushed my fingers back into my pussy and gave him the words he requested to hear. “This hurts so much Uncle Aiden.” This is wrong…it’s so incestuous. But the craziest fucking thing was–after I said the words–I got wetter. The taboo nature turned me on like nothing ever had before. And this had me fist fucking myself faster.

Near one of the firepits, a woman was completely naked, straddling the lap of a seated warrior, riding his cock aggressively while another man stood behind her, his hands gripping her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck. It was pure, uncensored pornography playing out in real life. It was dirty, it was wet, and it was completely unapologetic. There were no closed doors. There was no shame. If someone wanted someone, they grabbed them, threw them down, and took them while the rest of the pack cheered or ignored them entirely. My southern upbringing was screaming at me. Every single etiquette lesson, every rule of propriety I had ever been taught demanded that I turn around, cover my eye

The imagery burned into my mind as Uncle Sam rocked into me, grinding deep, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “You’re going to come again while watching them,” he said, voice rough. His thumb circled my clit relentlessly. My mummy friend kissed my neck, her hands roaming, adding to the overload of sensations. I was trapped in pleasure—filled by Uncle Sam’s cock, stimulated everywhere, eyes glued to the explicit gay scene.

His dark eyes locked onto me, shirt pushed up over my breasts, legs obscenely spread, fingers still knuckle deep inside myself, and the loud p**n moans leaking from my headphones. Time froze. I yanked my hand away and slammed the laptop shut, my face burning with shame. “Uncle Marcus! What are you… I thought no one was here!” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze never leaving my exposed body. The bulge in his jeans was already obvious. “A grown woman of twenty-three like you,” he said, voice low and rough, “and this is how you’re getting off? Watching p**n instead of getting properly fucked?”

I was dead. I was hidden in the fridge for 40 days before they found my body. I was completely naked, and my face was twisted into an eerie expression. Anyone could see the inhumane torture I had undergone before I died. Then, high-definition uncensored photos of my body began to spread across the internet. Even in death, I could not escape the public's heated gaze as they judged and commented on my body. "I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!"

“I was horny.” Gorvane laughed out hard as he kept thrusting hard into her pussy, watching her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head while her body jerked and thrashed on the table. “Keep messing with Kaerith, and watch me chop off your parts and feed on them. Take this bitch to the Flayer’s vault. I’m done with containing her mess!” Gorvane pulled out of her and came up to her head, jerking his wet, swollen cock.

"Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death." ― William S. Burroughs Mariennne's POV: Letting myself in the dark room, I closed the door with a loud sigh, my head throbbing as I tried to take deeper breath, voices roaring in my head. These days, the voices seemed to become more prominent, more loud. Coiling in my mind, putting on a freak show. I licked my lips.... I enjoyed the taste of my crazy.

The new angle let him go even deeper. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her skin. The room smelled like sex now, musky and raw. Rebecca's moans grew louder despite herself. She felt full, stretched, and the friction was driving her crazy. Marcus kept his rhythm controlled but powerful, never rushing to the end.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.