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My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o

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Her hips bucked upward instinctively, but strong hands held her firmly in place. She felt the blunt, leaking head of Damien’s cock nudge against her slick folds. Marcus smiled wickedly and licked the head of Damien’s cock right where it touched her pussy. Lila watched in aroused shock as Marcus took the thick shaft into his mouth, sucking it sloppily while pressing it against her entrance. Both men groaned loudly..Damien’s hips bucking under her, Marcus’s moans vibrating around the cock in his mouth. Lila’s own moans grew louder, her pussy clenching with need at the filthy sight. She couldn’t look away from the erotic display: Marcus’s lips stretched around Damien’s thick cock, saliva drippi

Instead, my pussy clenched hard, another trickle of wetness sliding down my inner thigh. Victor stepped closer, towering over me. “Unfortunately for you, little girl, we have evidence of just how much of a filthy slut you really are.” He nodded over to Jax, who tapped his laptop. The massive screen on the wall flickered to life. My stomach dropped, cunt flooded, a whirlwind of emotions started brewing in my head as old videos start playing. Clips from my wild college days. Me on my knees, moaning like a whore while sucking cock. Another where I was bent over a desk, getting fucked hard from behind, begging for more.

Drool spilling from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her tits. She looked up at their reflection. His hand fisted in her hair. Her lips stretched wide around him. Mascara streaking. Filthy. He pulled out suddenly. Strings of spit connected her mouth to his cock. “Bed. On your back. Legs open.” Maya crawled onto the silk sheets. Lay back. Spread herself wide. Used her fingers to hold her lips apart, showing him the pink, used hole still dripping his cum. Étienne grabbed the thick dildo from the wall. Slicked it with lube from a bottle on the nightstand.

I was still draped over Nick’s chest, limp and glowing, every muscle humming from the way they’d just wrecked me. Their cum leaked slowly and warmly down my thighs, thick and sticky, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed me on this throne. The fairy lights twinkled lazily above us, casting red and green shadows over sweat-slick skin, the grotto still heavy with the scent of sex and pine. Marcus’s fingers traced lazy, filthy circles on my inner thigh, teasing higher each time, brushing the sticky mess between my legs. When he grazed my swollen clit, I jolted with an oversensitive gasp, hips twitching.

Ava responded with a mischievous smile, and playfully teased him, her hips swaying in a provocative twerk that drove him wild. After a few electrifying moments, he turned her back around, seating her on the desk, then he spread her thighs, revealing her aroused pussy.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

Isabella echoed, "Let us cum." He alternated—finger in Sophia, thumb on her clit, building her close. Stop. Then ground his thigh against Isabella's pussy, her clit rubbing fabric. She sobbed needy. All three edged in the dark, breaths heavy, bodies slick with sweat. Taboo desire hung thick—stepdad between twins, corrupting them slow. Lightning flashed, illuminating their flushed faces.