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his shoulders lifted in a shrug, "It’s fucking hot when you try to be quiet on the verge of climax, you milk my cock so fucking hard" He was right I had noticed doing it where we could be caught or were almost caught, heightened the intensity of my release, just the thought that we could be seen with him drilling into me by someone, anyone made me weak in the knees even after. I thought it was because it was just him. Turns out it's because I had a kink.

And I let him deceive me. Dennis held my face as he deepened the kiss, as he pushed himself into me, hungry and strong. I gasped with the feeling of that thick member inside me, undulating my body below it, without any control of that lasciviousness. We stopped being human at that moment. I remembered the various documentaries about animals in heat, which literally didn't care about sounds, gestures or predators around. I remembered how all the animals, even the cutest, became wild inside another, as my nails clung to Dennis' back. As we sought the greatest possible contact we could get in that sex, giving ourselves to that delicious pleasure of unexpected sex.

He threw his head back and enjoyed as she took him deep into her throat before letting him out, only to do it again. Kerry was enjoying the taste of her new specialty gel as well as her own juices and his on his cock. She felt ravenous. Like a sexual being who had power-power, she'd never felt before. As he slid his meat in and out of her mouth, she spread her legs wider, needing him there.

She had his soul from the moment she made eye contact with him. Submissive women are more my kink, but I've come to a conclusion after watching her tonight. I have several kinks, but the most severe and insatiable kink of all is Aurora, I have an Aurora kink. I'm a puppet for whatever this woman has to offer, she doesn't know this but there's nothing I won't let her do to me just to have those eyes on me.

The way he said that made it sound like she was lusting after him back then! “Stop talking. Weren’t you observing them?” Kendrick replied, “I’ve observed all I needed. Now we’re just suffering through it. If I weren’t worried about that guy recognizing me, I’d be out of here already.” Annabelle teased him, “I thought you were into this kind of thing.” Kendrick laughed, pulled her into his arms, and whispered, “My kink is you, Anna. Don’t you know that?” Once again, the topic circled back to her.

Then he laid back and held her to him, even as she tried to move away. “Get still, pet.” He warned as he moved a hand down to her garter belt and then her ass. “I like the idea of my come inside you.” He squeezed her ass and kissed her temple. “Until I decide to clean you out.” She froze and looked at him and he simply shrugged. “I’ve played and discovered what I like. I have a breeding kink and love to eat pussy.” He brought her mouth to his for a kiss.

He would be trying to get to know me and only me. "See something you like?" He winked, and I fake gagged. "That sucks because I know I see something I like."

I could smell her shampoo, something clean and cheap. Her lips touched mine. It was tentative, closed-mouthed, clumsy. Boring. I shoved my tongue into her mouth. She gasped, a tiny, shocked sound, but her lips parted. Her tongue met mine, shyly at first, then with a sudden, surprising hunger. Her hands came up, resting lightly on my shoulders. The kiss deepened, turned wet and messy. The taste of cheap vodka mixed with something uniquely her. I pulled back, breathing hard. “Not bad,” I breathed, my own pulse hammering in my ears, in my pussy. The alcohol and the darkness and the sheer wrongness of it were making me wet. “New dare. Lick my pussy.”

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

Kinks: Vampire kink, bloodplay (light), possessive kink, dark romance. The night wrapped around the small room like a heavy cloak, thick and suffocating. The only light was a flickering candle on the windowsill, casting strange shadows that danced on peeling wallpaper. Every sound felt louder — my own breath, the soft creak of the floorboards, and the steady, quiet steps coming closer. He stood in the corner, watching me with eyes that glowed faint red in the dark. It wasn’t natural. It was something old and dangerous. My heart thundered so loud I thought he could hear it.