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A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Fucking drenched,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He folded the evidence of my arousal neatly, then walked over to his desk drawer, opened it, and tucked my panties inside like a trophy. The drawer clicked shut. He turned back to me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. Now get back to work, little slut. I’ll be keeping these close.” The rest of the day became a slow, exquisite descent into hell and heaven at the same time.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

He smiled politely and headed to his home office. I couldn’t stop staring as he walked away. His powerful frame, the quiet authority in his stride… I caught myself twirling a lock of hair. Later, I texted my friend Sam: “DILF ALERT. Her husband is insanely hot. I want to ride him right in that office chair. I’d drop under his desk in a heartbeat. Queen Slut status incoming?” Sam and I laughed about it in our volleyball group chat. It was all fantasy..or so I told myself. Our “Queen Slut” title went to whoever had done the wildest thing lately. The previous holder had sucked off two different guys in one night.

Just when I had thought that I finally secured my dream job. Now this? Pretend to be his woman? For a week? What game is this? "Which is why I need to know your self control game, because being my woman, you'll be doing a lot of stuff, I don't want you to do that while wet underneath," he added, the smug little smirk not leaving his face. I cringed as the words slipped out of his mouth. How can someone spew such smut words with so much comfort? Has he no shame whatsoever?

"But the rounded curves of her buttocks and breasts subtly revealed beneath her mourning skirt were so full and voluptuous... Truly, knowing it was flesh aged for ten years, it made me swallow my saliva." Between the intimate sounds of friction, the man's obscenities struck like daggers. "The moment this beastly fellow's manhood stole a glance at that noble widow lady, it erected stiffly inside my trousers from broad daylight, almost tearing through the loose fabric." "I wanted to pin her down, tear her skirt, and pound her." With a sharp gasp of disbelief. As that insolent, vulgar male smut—describing my body from top to bottom as if tasting it and imagining ravishing me—flowed intact from

Not for the first time, he was weirdly mesmerized by the fact that Emma's eyes were one green and one blue. Simon's gullet-plowing truncheon was jammed to the hilt inside Emma's constricting throat when his guttural groan reached its peak and a deluge of potent teenage cum erupted from his pulsating knob, spraying her esophagus with spurt after dense spurt of warm seed. While Simon pumped her stomach full of his spunk, Emma heard Makoto howl hoarsely behind her as he slammed himself balls-deep into her asshole one last time, his monstercock throbbing crazily inside her anal chute and letting loose another deluge of creamy semen that splashed deep within her snug dick-milking rectum, painting

Seeing her reaction, his sh*ft hardened and filled its vigor. He spread her legs wide, and rubbed the tip of his sw*rd over her opening. “Ahhh!” Harriet arched back. Her entrance was stretched widely as Lucas began to thrust his big sh*ft inside her hole. A sobbing moan escaped from her open mouth that cannot be closed. “Ahh, Lucas. You are... always... tormenting my p*ssy.” Lucas couldn't believe that Harriet was learning how to talk dirty. He chuckled, “Indeed. I'll give A+ to my student.”

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It slapped against his stomach, leaving a smear of precum on his skin. "Fuck, Y/N. You have no idea what you do to me," *he panted, fumbling with the waistband of your panties. In one swift motion, he ripped them away, baring your dripping sex to his hungry gaze. The intoxicating scent of your arousal flooded his senses, making his head swim with lust.*

“Make the little slut scream around my cock.” He obeyed, hips snapping faster, the confessional creaking under the force. Amelia’s cries grew frantic, her body shaking as another orgasm built. Luca’s own growls turned desperate—“Fuck, she’s milking me… I’m going to fill this holy cunt again!”—his voice rough with raw lust. The scent of fresh arousal sharpened, musky and obscene.