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I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

“His eyes were dark with lust. He called me a good little cocksucker, that made me take him even deeper. I relaxed my throat and let him slide all the way in, I held him there, swallowing around him, until he couldn’t hold back. When he came, it was so much, his thick spurts shooting straight down my throat. I swallowed every drop, Father. I kept sucking until he was empty, cleaning his cock with my tongue like a devoted whore.” That last word—“whore”—sent a jolt straight through me. My cock jerked violently in my hand. I was rock hard, balls drawn up tight, desperate for release. Without thinking, without a single prayer for strength, I rose slightly and pushed my throbbing cock through the

"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

One hand gripped my hip while the other reached to rub my oversensitive clit again. I was moaning shamelessly now, pushing back to meet every powerful stroke. “Pastor… it’s too much… I’m going to cum again…” “Good girl,” he growled. “Cum while I breed you. Take every drop like the perfect slut you are.” The words sent me over the edge for the third time. My pussy spasmed violently around his thrusting cock, squeezing and fluttering as intense pleasure ripped through my body. Elias thrust deep one final time and came with a low, deep groan. Heavy ropes of cum flooded my womb again, pulsing warmly as he emptied himself completely.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

“All that fancy education and you’re just another slut who needed a real dick. Look at you… bent over your own desk like a common whore.” His hand came down on my ass again and again, spanking me red while he destroyed my cunt. He reached forward, wrapped one big hand lightly around my throat, and pulled me back against his chest, fucking up into me with short, devastating strokes. “You’re supposed to be the professional here, Doc. Fixing athletes’ minds. Instead you’re getting fucked raw in your office like a desperate housewife. Say it.” “I’m… I’m getting fucked like a whore,” I gasped, tears and drool mixing on my desk. The guilt was crushing, but the pleasure was stronger. I pushed back

Uncle Samson pushed me down gently, sat up straight, his back ramrod against the couch cushions, and my pussy was still gasping—little aftershock pulses fluttering through my slick folds even though the orgasm had faded to a dull, glowing throb. "Marian—" His voice came out rough, scraped raw. "W—what are you doing down here?" his voice cracked. "I mean…" "Watching pornography so late at night," she cut in, her tone curling with disgust. "That's disgusting—that's low, Samson. Aria could still be awake in her room."

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

Pete groaned as William grabbed the nape of his neck and stared lustfully into his eyes. “You hear me? This hole belongs to me now.” “Yes—yes! Yours—fuck—yours!” William moaned. The bathroom was filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, muffled groans and their heavy breathing. Pete reached and grabbed William’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, fast and rough. “Come for me,” Pete growled. “Do it, ballet boy.” And William did. Biting his forearm to keep from screaming, his body convulsing around Pete’s cock so tight it nearly dragged Pete over the edge with him.