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“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.

“Tell the entire building how desperate you are for me. Let them all hear what a needy little slut you become when I touch you.” Tears of frustration and overwhelming need slipped down my flushed cheeks and my body shook, every nerve screaming for release. My voice cracked as I finally screamed the words he wanted, loud enough that they bounced off the walls and likely carried beyond the bedroom door. “I’m your desperate slut! I need to come so badly it hurts! My pussy is dripping everywhere and I can feel it running down my thighs. I’m shaking. I’m crying. Please let me come on your fingers. I’ll scream even louder if you want. Just please don’t stop, please, Damien!”

Three of her little fingers jammed in and out of her dripping pussy while she rubbed her clit in harsh rhythm. "Well, well, well. Hello, slutty sis," he said coyly, smirking at her as he dug into his boxers and brought out his dick. “Sam!” Lucy gasped, fingers still pumping her pussy wetly. Her deer caught in headlights eyes. The wet, squishy sounds of her pussy being fucked. The delicious scent of her wet pussy lingering in the air. And of course, the ethereal sight of her heavenly body. Sam had never been so turned on in his life.

“Ever since I saw two angelic eyes staring back at me with an outstretched hand over the rock, ten years back, my wolf and I instantly fell in love with our saviour. I never knew my luck would shine so bright that I would get you as my mate. When I almost lost you during that night of the attack, believe it or not but a part of my soul died. It was the scariest time of my life and that is when I realized that I could not live a second more without you. So Samantha Stone- the mistress of my heart, Luna to my wolf, Alpha to my body, life giver to my soul, Yin to my Yang, and finally …. ” “Fart to your poop” “Flush to your toilet” “Frog to your prince” “Monster to your angel” “Stinky sock to yo

You're in heat just like one of those fucking little mutts! Tell me, how does it feel? Do you feel stupid and weak just like they do? Or are you still horny and leaking like a little bitch between your legs? Yeah, I walked in right in the middle of you finger fucking yourself! I saw how wet you were down there, I saw what they call slick leaking from that little tight hole of yours just like a female would! And now I'm going to give you something a real man has, not something those little mutts have.

“Your scent is driving me insane downstairs. Sweet little cunt dripping for your stepdaddy’s cock.” Elara whimpered, sitting up as he yanked the covers off. No more words. He pushed her back, spreading her legs wide with rough hands. The nightdress flipped up, exposing her bare, glistening pussy. He dove in like a starving wolf, tongue lashing her swollen clit with nasty, wet strokes. He sucked hard, two fingers plunging deep into her tight hole, fucking her roughly while his mouth made obscene slurping sounds.

"Your brother kept you hidden away like a good girl. Turns out you're a desperate little slut, aren't you?" "Yes." The word came out broken. "Yes, I'm a slut. I'm whatever you want me to call myself." Smith moved behind me. I felt his clothed body press against my bare back, felt how hard he was through his jeans. His hands gripped my hips and pulled my ass back against him and he ground against me slowly while Theo played with my nipples. "She's already shaking," Smith said quietly. The first words he'd spoken all night. "Hasn't even been touched properly and she's falling apart."

I didn’t give a fuck that he was Jessie’s boyfriend, I loved it. “I’m gonna write ‘slut’ on your forehead,” he said, pulling back just enough to grab the marker again. “Only a real slut can take this.” I nodded fast. He wrote it in big letters, then groaned, “Fuck, that turns me on.” I was bouncing on the bench from the force of the cocks inside me. Cum was already dripping down my legs. I didn’t even care if Daniel was somewhere in the line anymore. I just loved this. “I wanna spit in your mouth,” Sam said.

I brought my fingers up to my mouth, sucking them slowly, keeping intense eye contact with him. I popped the wet fingers out of my mouth then trailed my hand to my entrance. A seductive smile crept across my face when I finally reached my aching pussy, I opened my mouth wide, furrowing my brows when I swirled my saliva-coated fingers around my clit. Spreading my legs even wider, and dipping a finger inside my pussy, trying to maintain eye contact with him. I curled the finger inside my wet pussy in and out repeating those movements. I couldn't take it anymore, I threw my head back moaning at the intense pleasure.

I lеt hіm unzір it. Hе рut hіѕ hаndѕ іn thе waistband оf mу ѕkіrt аnd ѕtаrtеd рuѕhіng іt down оvеr mу hips. I moved mу hірѕ back аnd fоrth and hеlреd hіm аѕ I ѕhіmmіеd оut оf thе ѕkіrt. It drорреd to the grоund. I lооkеd at it. I ѕtерреd оut of it and kісkеd it аѕіdе. Tоm grаbbеd my ass аnd рullеd mе сlоѕе. Hе kіѕѕеd me. Thеn hе whispered in my ear, "ѕlut."