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I rode him until his cock fell out, and he stood up bending me on the couch and giving me heavy thrust in my pussy as he spanked my butt. “Uhhh..h Yea….hhh” I moaned as he stroked even faster. He kept going fast and even faster, then he pulled out and cummed on my butt. He laid on the couch and I sat on him kissing him, and he held me. Muttering my name in my ear as he kissed my neck. I licked his nipples, kissed him too. We were sweating a lot, so we stayed in to cool of just not to raise suspicions between our team.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

Enemies who fvck like the world is ending. Sex-enemies, that’s exactly what we were. Pure hate-sex in the snow, raw and desperate. I cracked my knuckles, took a long sip of the coffee I’d brought with me, and dove straight in. This story was going to be long, dirty, and dripping with the kind of banter that makes people melt. I typed out the title in bold letters: 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-F-ck Holiday'.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, detailed discussions of BDSM/kink (including anal play, rimming, impact play, pegging, group sex fantasies, submission, dominance), graphic masturbation fantasies, strong language, and taboo sexual themes. 18+ only. CHAPTER ONE "Hey, Nick, can we join you while you cool down?" I looked up to see a couple of ladies in their own athletic attire. My mind scrambled to match names to faces. I had been in the zone on the run.

I giggle as I twirl. "The lead warriors whipped and flogged each other until they screamed. The lead warriors whipped and flogged each other until they screamed. Did Wyatt or Jessi cream first? The lead warriors whipped and flogged each other until they screamed. The lead warriors whipped and flogged each other until they screamed. Did Wyatt or Jessi cream first?"

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

he whispers gruffly against my lips. I ignore his dramatic declaration. It's me who puts an end to our torture. I lean in and press my lips to his. Instantly, my entire being finds balance. The pull against my power equalizes. It's now a steady link of energy between us. A low growl escapes his throat and his hands leave my hips so he can wrap them around my waist and pull me closer. His fingers skim upward until they stop at my breasts.

Kimora POV When they finished tickling me we sat on the sofa and watched wrestling. This is my favorite! I really love watching wrestling especially Bruce Lee. "Throw him!" "Uppercut!" "Back kick! Hard punch!" "yeah hit that spot!" "Damn, Stand up !!!" "Please don't make him stand again. Yeah Uh! There!" "Arghhh! There hit that!" "Fvck that referee!" We just kept shouting until the wrestling was over. Of the three of us, I was the loudest and most related to what we watched because it's been a long time since I've been able to watch it.

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

They were so musical to hear, mesmerizing to watch and soul soothing that I could easily spend the rest of my days getting lost in them. “Let’s decide it by a wrestling match,” I smirked as I flipped us over so that she was under me and Samantha quirked up an eyebrow in response. “Wrestling match ?” she parroted in confusion. “Yeah and on this bed,” I whispered in my low, husky bed voice, making her clearly shudder. “Winner ties the loser the next time,” I purred and soon enough we were down to losing count about the time and the number of rounds or “rematches” we had.