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We barely moved at the end, just rocking together until we both came quietly, foreheads pressed together. After that we actually talked. She told me about her last relationship, some guy who got jealous of her job and her friends and everything that wasn’t him. How the VR had started as an escape and turned into something she looked forward to more than anything else in her week. I told her about feeling stuck, like my life was on autopilot until that first night with Lira. With her. “I don’t want this to be just a weekend thing,” I said. It came out rougher than I meant.

“I’ll make sure you remember it for a long time.” “Move,” she begged. Maksim fucked her like he hated her. His strokes were long and deep enough to seem like a punishment, his piercings dragging inside her. Her fingers dug into his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper. He was honored to be her first. He wrapped a hand around her throat, pressing just hard enough for her to feel it. “I’m going to fill this virgin cunt and you’re going to take every bit of it.”

The combination of having incestuous sex in front of strangers while enduring sexual insults combined with the friction in her pussy was too much for her to take and her body and soul exploded. The wails from her mouth were so loud it brought others into the room to see. And for the first time she squirted all over. I kept ramming my meat into her intensely spasming vagina to prolong her orgasm. Then I gave in and shot my hot cream up into her womb. My hips bucked up against hers and we grinded them roughly together. We kept grinding and grinding in an effort to extract every drop of cum we had in our bodies. Then we collapsed in a heap with Grandma's sweaty body on top of mine. We are now i

Ruth had never been one to overthink her virginity. Ruth's virginity was neither a badge of honor nor a burden; it simply existed. As a pastor's daughter, she had absorbed every variation of the purity speech, from impassioned sermons to casual dinner-table anecdotes. Yet, none of it ever truly resonated with her. At 25, on the cusp of becoming a lawyer, she remained a virgin, not due to some grand moral conviction, but because the opportunity had never felt truly compelling.

I begged, terrified at the thought of losing my virginity to such a well-endowed man. He didn’t answer. He just kept walking, his cock growing ever closer to my virgin body. In a few steps, he reached the desk. Reaching out, he grabbed my waist and, with surprising strength, pulled me toward him. My legs fell over the edge of the desk. The boss pried them apart slowly, revealing the clean-shaven pussy that lay between. Terror deformed my traits as I watched the man bring the tip of his cock to the mouth of my slit. I thought of making a run for it, but I knew the twins would grab me before I could take two steps. The only way out of this was to let this repulsive man take my virginity and ho

“Yes. I do.” She stepped forward, resting her forehead against his chest. “Then take them down, Damian. Burn the whole damn narrative.” He nodded once to Roman, who appeared beside them in full security detail, then led Isabella straight into the boardroom. Behind them, headlines continued to explode across the internet like wildfire. “Inside the Mind of the Billionaire’s Virgin Bride” “She Lied to Him—Read the Page That Shocked the CEO” “Secret Scars: The Woman Damian Knight Married in the Dark”

With a skill born of years of practice, she carried Bree off the precipice and down into the Elysian Fields, there to enjoy all the raptures legends foretold. "In all the times Frank and I did it, I've never, ever had an orgasm like that," Bree said a short time later as she laid exhausted across Valerie's chest. "I didn't even think something like that was possible." Valerie had a good idea why that had been, but wisely held her tongue. She was certain that, based on comments she'd shared, Bree had thought Frankie O'Connell was really something in bed. That same way thousands of women who married the first guy, or close to it, they'd spread their legs for held similar beliefs. And most of t

"You're very tight." Should I mention that I'm a virgin? I thought in doubt. What if he gives up? Soon came the fear of being abandoned just when I decided I wanted to go ahead with it. I desire him, and Heitor is the man with whom I want to have my first experience, regardless of what happens between us after tonight. I'd rather feel a single pain than that slow torture, and remembering a phrase I read in some steamy romance books, I decided to use it. "Fock me, Heitor..."

Carson whined. "Ok, so I guess the last question is mine," I said. "So we talked about how old we were when we first had sex, my question is similar. How many virginities have you taken?" "This is not fair. I hardly got to answer anything," Declan complained. Hazel, Gabrielle, Cleo and Ingrid said none. Declan was out. Topher said four and Talon said six. Gerry said twelve and I was impressed. I saw Hazel blushed when Gerry spoke. I think he was the one who took her virginity. Lucky fucker.

She started crying. "I'm ruthless and relentless when it comes to sex," he said, leaning his face closer to hers and pressing his forehead against hers. She could smell his breath, a mixture of alcohol and cigarettes. "Shout, go! Scream if you want, I don't care! Nothing can stop me, Lane. I love sex, and I love it even more because I did it with you again. Almost all the people I've had sex with weren't virgins, except for the past ones. They were virgins, and they screamed in pain too. So, now, shout! I don't care!" he taunted and started moving on top of her.