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But it's no use - with a keening cry, I arch my back and convulse around the vibrator, my release crashing over me in waves of ecstasy. F-fuck...Ezra...so good... *I collapse back onto the desk, panting heavily as aftershocks ripple through my spent body. Through half-lidded eyes, I watch Ezra turn off the vibrator, a sense of dread mingling with the lingering pleasure. Fuck this is Soo embarrassing,I hate it when I'm ovulating* Ohhh no wonder I'm straight,that was a terrible performance *I tried to act nonchalant even though I know no one has made me cum in less than 2 minutes like Ezra and it pissed me off*

He thrust slowly, making me gag, tears on my lashes, his other hand reaching to pinch my free nipple, the one without wax. Damian added a second finger in my ass, scissoring slowly, stretching me open while Dex fucked me harder, and Rafe’s thigh trembled against my cheek. I was full, mouth, pussy, ass and no one stopped me. I came hard. My pussy was pulsing on Dex, my ass clenching on Daddy’s fingers, my mouth choking Rafe. I screamed around him, the sound was muffled, and Dex groaned, “That’s it, princess, soak Uncle’s cock, show Daddy how bad you wanted it.”

His cock slapped wetly against his stomach with every thrust, leaving sticky trails of precum; water from the shower cascaded over our joined bodies as I pounded into him, the room filling with the filthy sound of skin slapping skin, his breathless moans, and my low growls. “It’s too—much!” Kane’s words dissolved into a soft cry as I hit that delicious spot repeatedly. I kept the brutal rhythm, one hand tight on his hip while the other stayed possessively around his throat. Looking at him trembling, mouth open, leaking, fighting so hard not to completely submit even while his body opens up for me like a perfect little whore makes me want to do more to him. I want to see how far he can go and

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

I just whimpered, sobbed and begged with broken sounds. He leaned down, chest to my back, weight pinning me into the bed, mouth at my ear. “You love this, don’t you?” He murmured softly. “Love being fucked like my dirty little girl.” “Yes… God… yes…” His free hand snaked around. Found my clit. Pinched it. Rolled it. Rubbed fast and rough. I shattered again. Harder than before. My pussy clamped down like a vice, pulsing and milking him. My whole body shook. Tears soaked the pillow. I screamed his name until my throat burned.

The arousal that spiked was sharp and confusing. He kissed her inner thigh again, then moved his mouth to her center, his tongue moving in slow circles. Wren moaned through the gag, her hips jerking slightly off the bed. Her hands tugged at the cuffs. Dean reached into the box again and pulled out the vibrator. It was small, egg-shaped, and when he pressed the button, it hummed to life. He placed it against her clit, and Wren's entire body jerked, her eyes rolling back slightly. He traced patterns with it around her clit, along her inner lips, dipping briefly inside and teasing mercilessly. The sensation was magnified a thousand times by the gag that stole her voice. Her back arched off the

Then he oiled the dildo slow, letting me watch it glisten. “Fuck your mother, Lily. Slow. Make her feel every inch.” I looked at Mom. She couldn’t see me, but her lips parted, breath already fast. I stepped close. The tip touched her. She was soaked. I pushed in gentle. The harness rubbed my clit with every tiny thrust. Mom moaned loud, head falling back. Victor moved behind me. His clothes were gone. I felt his cock slide between my cheeks, hot and hard. He pressed at my pussy and sank in with one smooth stroke.

Her words dissolve into a primal language of pure sensation, of broken submission. Her body shakes, convulsing with each deep thrust, trembling uncontrollably. Her entire frame is consumed by the rhythm, by the brutal pleasure he inflicts. Her hair, completely sweat-soaked, clings to her face, to her neck, forming dark, damp tendrils. Her mascara, already running, now streaks down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat, creating dark, wet rivers on her pale skin.

The double sensation—fingers pumping deep in my pussy, mouth sucking my clit relentlessly, it made my legs shake badly, my hands grabbing their heads for support, fingers tangling in their hair, pulling them closer. God, they're working me so good, their mouth sucking my clit raw and hard, fingers stretching my hole wider now as he added a third, the fullness burning good. My wedding's in two days, but right now I need this more than anything, need them to use me like a dirty whore, make me forget Elias's lame touches. Vexor ripped my bra off from behind, the clasp snapping as he pulled it away, his mouth latching onto my breast immediate, sucking the nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue s

My fuck, she was so wet. How could someone like this be this fucking delightful and hot? I went as fast as possible. She wrapped her legs around my waist. The more I went faster, the more she was into my pheromones, drooling with lust. I was about to release it when I saw the image of Oceana in her eyes. What the hell is wrong with me? I went to her face and kissed her deeply, banging and releasing my sperm into her. She was sexy as fuck. How could someone like this be this fascinating?