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I screamed, throwing my head back, sinking into the pillow while my orgasm hit. A stream of juices shot out of my cunt, wetting Sven and the bed, making a mess everywhere. “See that? There's a good girl. She squirts so fucking good.” he murmured and I flushed. I loved it when he praised me and talked dirty. Doing the same in both sentences had to be some aphrodisiac. Sven withdrew for a while. I heard the sound of tearing and frowned. Was he using a condom? He had never used a condom with me, so why now? I pursed my lips, thinking about what I may have done wrong, and maybe this was another punishment.

Patricia turned her head toward me, cum still dripping from her lips, and smiled weakly, her face dripping, and kissed me instant within an heartbeat slow and sloppy. We shared the last load between our tongues, moaning softly in the other's throat. I looked up at the men, cum dripping from my eyelashes. I smiled. “Feel better now, babe?” I laughed through the exhaustion, my voice hoarse as hell. “Yeah… I feel a lot better.” Outside, the gala was probably still going on. Damien was probably still shaking hands and smiling for pictures, completely clueless that his wife and her best friend had just been turned into cum-soaked, piss-drinking sluts by his biggest donors and rival.

“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.

“More touching, less talking. Hurry up and get naked.” [Smut scene was cut here and made available only to pa+reons for USD1 per month. The total length of this chapter is 3k words. Kindly support me as the creator for value-added content. No amount of complaining will make me publish it for free because the smut scene will not affect the story-telling. Unreasonable insults to the author without justified reasons will also not be tolerated and will be reported. Thank you for the support and if you're alright with regular content, please continue enjoying the rest of Time Cross Academy.]

Her juices coated his lips, and she moaned loudly, “Mmm, yes.” “Write now,” Hayes said. His tongue swirled over her clit, and he handed her a pen. “Write how my screaming slut’s pussy needs me.” Eva’s hand shook, and she scribbled, “My pussy belongs to him, I’m his dirty girl.” Her fingers rubbed her clit faster, screams echoed, “Aaah! Oh god!” His tongue licked deeper, tasted her slickness, and she cried, “Please, more!” He pulled back, teasing her. “Not yet, beg louder.”

Puрру wаѕ starting tо undеrѕtаnd. I mаdе ѕlоw gеntlе lоvе to my Puppy in the wаrm sweet ѕmеllіng grаѕѕ and сlоvеr Our ѕеxuаl еnеrgіеѕ, оur раѕѕіоn were mіnglіng wіth аnd аddіng tо thаt of thе сіrсlе. I tіmеd mу оrgаѕm wіth hеrѕ and I ѕwеаr thаt durіng оur mutual orgasm іt fеlt аѕ іf wе were bоth оn fire. It felt аѕ іf wе wоuld bе consumed in flаmеѕ bу our раѕѕіоn. Yet аftеrwаrdѕ, wе lау thеrе in thе сlоvеr, untouched and unhurt

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 63: Heat at the Threshold “Hello, handsome,” she purrs, her voice a silky whisper that snakes through the air like smoke from a forbidden fire. The words roll off her tongue slow and smooth, soaked in a sultry undertone that fills the space between them.

Smith rubbed his fingers across my slit vigorously, the ache between my legs began to build that I clung to him - gasping. "Of course, you don't want me to leave. I'm the only one who knows how to turn you up," he said, flicking his wet tongue on my nipples. They tingled and ached. Smith jerked up slightly, taking off my panties. The duvet cover that had concealed the lower part of his body rolled off revealing his grown fat cock.

Jack looked down at Lilith's used body, sprawled out on the backseat of his car like a broken doll. Her tits were heaving with each ragged breath, her cunt and ass leaking his cum in sticky rivulets down her thighs. He smirked, feeling a sense of pride at the destruction he'd wrought. "That's a good look for you," he chuckled darkly, giving her ass a harsh smack. "All slutty and covered in cum, just how a whore like you deserves."

He lay down on the bed, curiosity twinkling in his eyes as I traced a finger along his chest on to of him I was nervous I'd never done this, I could only hope all my years of reading smut didn't go to waste. I took off my shirt as I watched him, his hands reached for me when I unclasped my bra and I slapped it away, telling him to wait I stood up do take of my skirt, keeping my eyes on him, his eyes darkened when I slipped of my panties, dangling it from my finger before dropping He was getting impatient, I could see it from the way his hands tightened beside him and his eyes darkened as though he wanted to swallow me whole