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My body failed me the minute he reached up, shifted my panties to one side and two thick fingers brushed over my folds. I gasped at the sensation. It was too much, too intense, too overwhelming. He messaged them slowly and an embarrassing sound escaped from my mouth. He chuckled again before removing his hand. He raised it and shame threatened to overwhelm my being when I saw the evidence of my dark desires there. "You became this wet when I haven't even touched you," there was a sadistic mockery to his voice, "just like you were so aroused three nights ago from having your mouth fucked. Don't blame someone else for your tainted desires."

I could feel the wetness in my centre, a clear indication of my body's response. I wanted him, I wanted this, with a desperation I hadn't known I possessed. Oh lord, save me!

“You’re soaked. Dripping all over my hand like a little campus slut. Been thinking about this cock all day, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned, pushing back against his fingers. They curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back. He pumped them in and out, slow and deep, spreading my juices everywhere. The wet sounds filled the office, filthy, loud squelching noises that made my face burn with shame and lust. He pulled his fingers out, and I heard him suck them clean. “Mmm, tastes sweet. Like a good little whore should.” I whimpered. My pussy clenched around nothing, begging for more.

“Please put my dress back down.” He clasped onto her bare thighs instead. “What would make me turn into the guy that you desired?” “That’s a ridiculous question.” “Just tell me.” “Ambition, the drive to do something with your life as well as help others when you could. That’s what really makes me wet.” “Ambition? Come on. That’s not the only thing that makes you wet.” Jaxon sucked his teeth. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re not wet right now?”

Her sounds were muffled, and her lips were wet as I moved, each motion sending a shiver through both of us. Damn, the feeling was overwhelming. Desire built inside me like a fueled fire, the urge to release rippling through every nerve. Finally I pulled away, a glistening strand of saliva clinging from her lips. With a broken moan, my body tensed and shook, the sensation spilling through me in waves as the liquid pumped out from the tip of my length, trailing down my cock. She gauged with her mouth, letting it fall in, and finally swallowed, as if it were a delicious morsel.

I whispered, voice thick with need. I started touching myself immediately, desperate to obey. My fingers found my swollen, throbbing clit and began circling it slowly at first, then faster as my eyes stayed locked on his thick, veiny cock. Every slow, deliberate stroke of his hand made me whimper pathetically. I was so incredibly wet that my fingers made loud, obscene, wet sounds as I rubbed my sensitive nub faster, my hips twitching involuntarily. “Please, Daddy… I want it so bad,” I begged after just two minutes, my voice already breaking with desperation. “I’ve been such a good girl for you. Just let me taste it… please…”

Pete pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re so fucking eager, princess. You really think you can handle both of us?” I breathed hard, my hands gripping his shirt. “Try me.” Dante’s hands squeezed my tits harder from behind, his breath hot against my ear. “She’s dripping already. I can feel how wet she is.” Pete smirked, his hand sliding between my legs, fingers brushing over my soaked panties. “She’s soaked. Such a naughty little stepdaughter.” I whimpered, pressing against his hand, desperate for more.

“Squirt on my face. I want to feel you lose it. Soak me.” The order lands hotter than it should. He drove his two fingers deeper, then worked a third inside, stretching me open while his tongue shoves and pushes against the stretched rim, licking around his own knuckles. Every thrust of those fingers forced more wetness out of me and he lapped it up like it was the only thing keeping him alive. I rock against his mouth, riding the pressure, and when he curled all three fingers and sucked my clit at the same time the moan ripped out of me again, louder this time, shocked and raw.

Dax’s warm breath fanned across Victor’s neck, making Victor’s hips twitch forward involuntarily, seeking friction against Dax’s thigh. Victor reached up, his fingers desperate to grip Dax’s waist, to pull this impossible, intoxicating creature into a brutal, possessive kiss. "Dax... touch me. Prove to me you're real." Dax’s eyes flickered with cold, vicious satisfaction. Just as Victor’s lips leaned in, Dax stepped back instantly, breaking the contact completely. Victor stumbled forward slightly, his mouth open, his chest heaving, his body aching with unfulfilled, agonizing desire.

Soft, wet sounds carried across the water. His mouth found my neck, open and hot, kissing a slow path down to the tops of my breasts while his fingers kept working me under the surface...steady, deep strokes that made my hips rock forward against his hand. The water made every movement feel smoother, more secret, even though we were completely visible. “Feel how wet you still are,” he whispered, thumb circling my clit while his fingers fucked me. “Like your body already knows it isn’t finished yet.” I could only moan in answer, head tipping back against the tile as he sucked one nipple into his mouth beneath the waterline, tongue flicking while his hand kept the same relentless rhythm betwee