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enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.

Chapter 3: Condom? – Sienna's POV Rune lifted me up off the floor without any effort his hands gripping under my thighs spreading my legs wide as I wrapped them around his waist tight. My back hit the door hard the impact jarring through me but I did not care because his body pressed full against mine his cock rubbing right against my soaked pussy through nothing now since my panties were gone. I felt the thick head nudge my entrance, sliding through my wetness, teasing my clit with every small shift.

I couldn’t bear the thought and through some force of willpower managed to remain standing long enough to ride out my orgasm, moaning over the wet sounds of Brady lapping at me. Finally, my immediate need temporarily satiated, I sank down to my knees, straddling him. I kissed him deeply, tasting my pussy juices on his tongue, as I swirled my own around and around it in his mouth. Steve had re-entered the room. I turned to smile breathlessly at him and saw that he had a small digital camera in his hand. That explained the flashes of light, I had thought it was all part of my orgasm. “I thought it would be the icing on the cake to send Trina some photos of you fucking a girl fifty million time

Using my teeth, I bring the waistband of his boxers down just enough for the tip of him to pop out, pressed flat against him, the tip already glistening with his juices. Seizing it from above, I use his dick to press my lips open, firmly grasping him with my mouth as an I make a slow descent, watching as his eyes open wide at the feeling of me pushing and sucking at the same time. His hands reach for my veil and pull it off, letting it fly as my mouth slowly releases him only to work its way back down. "Mrs. Steele," he gasps. "Don't you dare make me cum."

We both sigh as he slides deep inside me before pulling out and then thrusting back in. Ten strokes. That's all it takes before he's spilling himself inside me and I'm shattering around him. Once the condom has been disposed of, Cole gathers me into his arms and pulls me to him until I'm sprawled out across his chest. The steady thumping of his heartbeat fills my ears. I sift my fingers through the sprinkling of dark hair across his chest before trailing them over his nipples. When they harden, I lean over, licking and sucking each one into my mouth.

Leaving marks across my body to show that I’m his, I will always be his. “Fuck me, please Alpha. Breed me.” I moan. Steele smirks, and it’s a smirk that promises a thousand different tortures that has my pussy clenching on air. He grips my throat, only slightly cutting off my air way. “You don’t get to make demands, kitten.” He chuckles. It’s not a normal chuckle, it’s the chuckle that has you thinking I’m in danger like that kid from The Simpsons said. (Steele’s P.O.V)

Instead, my pussy clenched hard, another trickle of wetness sliding down my inner thigh. Victor stepped closer, towering over me. “Unfortunately for you, little girl, we have evidence of just how much of a filthy slut you really are.” He nodded over to Jax, who tapped his laptop. The massive screen on the wall flickered to life. My stomach dropped, cunt flooded, a whirlwind of emotions started brewing in my head as old videos start playing. Clips from my wild college days. Me on my knees, moaning like a whore while sucking cock. Another where I was bent over a desk, getting fucked hard from behind, begging for more.

His face blanched, fear in his eyes as I played the video. The video showed him in a hotel room with another woman and they were having sex. From the foreplay to the BDSM shit he was doing to her. In the middle of the video, the woman left and soon another woman walked into the room. Adrian looked at the video in shock. “How did you get this?” He choked out. I ignored him, laughing. “This is really funny,” I let out. “Who knew that Adrian Steele was into this type this?” “I said how you got this video?” he ground out.

she grabbed a pillow off the couch and threw it down. "Lie down," She said. Stella crawled over to the blanket and lay on her back, her breasts up in the air, the silver clamps glinting. Jennifer moved between her legs, holding herself over her. she let her fingers slide along her slit. Stella moaned and she hoped that the pleasure would be enough to distract her as she used her other hand to quickly take the clamp off.