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｡༶・° D I S C L A I M E R °・༶ ｡. Creature is rated mature and the plot is not intended for a young audience. It contains mature themes, swearing, sexual content and drug abuse. Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

We spent the day upgrading. First, the cards. Mom had a design program on her laptop. We created elegant but filthy business cards—matte black with gold lettering. On the front: Ebony Elite Pleasures – Discreet & Unforgettable. A simple silhouette of two curvaceous women. On the back, our anonymous contact info, rates (high), and a tagline: Let us worship your success… and drain every drop. We printed a thick stack on premium cardstock at a local shop, giggling like schoolgirls in the car on the way home.

The bed creaked loudly beneath. “Please… stop… I can’t…” I cried, voice breaking into sobs. Tears streamed down my face. My pussy burned from the stretch. Every slam made me feel like I was being split open by his massive cock. Yet my inner walls kept squeezing him tight, fresh juices coating his shaft, betraying how much my body loved it. He only growled louder. “You’re crying, but this pussy is sucking me in. So fucking wet. You don’t really want me to stop, do you? That's good. Because I don't want to stop either.”

Cakra said. "Bitch! Whore! Slut! f**k! ********! Prostitute! ********! ********! ********! ********! ********! I should be there kissing him, not her! Arrrrggghhhh! That fucking blasphemy bitch!" Kartika keeps ranting to release her anger like a toxic netizen on Facebook. Sorry for the censors, please kindly buy the DLC version to unlock them. "She must be so irritated. Better to leave her alone for now." Cakra thought.

"Your jeans. Unbutton. Show me how wet you are for me. Let me see that sweet, tight pussy of yours." As she drops the phone to do what I demand, I leave mine on the bed and reach behind to turn off the lights, leaving my room in darkness with only the brightness from the lamp by my right. I push against the headboard and tug my pants to my mid-thighs along with my boxers. My cock slaps against my stomach and I hum as I wrap one hand around it before I grab the phone again. Arabella is moving hers when I stare at the screen and I almost come at the image. Jesus. If this isn’t the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

In a large black sofa, Cliterella was being seated, the whole room was painted black and dim red and purple lights were enhancing the darkroom. "Start..." she said softly and the girls started dancing, shaking their bodies slowly and seductively. Blair was just sitting there with a straight face when anger boiled down in her veins recalling the talk she had with Sierra. The twp girls then caressed their bodies... they were wearing a pushup bra and a G-string panty. The girls kissed each other sucking their tongues out. "Come on, make me horny..." Cliterella said and the girls faced towards her and pulled their bra and the breasts were sprung free, pointed and hard.

“Your thing is big. I liked it. ” “ Really? Own it, Baby. Fuck! ” Kraius cursed as the woman licked the tip of his huge and fat manhood. He looked up when he felt her lips slide down towards his two balls and kissed them. Kraius cursed as Shan started sucking it, giving him the urge to claim her more.

JENNY moaned in response to Jason's treatment of her femininity especially when his finger began to move at a faster rhythm. Not only did the heat she felt but also the trembling of her whole body intensified. It was a cold night that in fact, they were in the Summer Capital of the Philippines, Baguio City. But something else is happening to her now. She feels like the whole room is on fire because Jason hadn't yet but severely abused her femininity while he also didn't let go of the very passionate kiss on her mouth.