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Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

Like I literally couldn't feel them no more, but even then they didn’t stop--they just kept using my body ruthlessly. They laughed and went even harder. At one point they had me in full airborne -- Marcus and Victor holding my legs wide open while they took turns slamming into my pussy and ass. Jax was throat-fucking me upside down. Slapping my chicks red harder anytime I pull out to catch air. Cum and spit was everywhere. My makeup was destroyed, mascara running down my face in black streaks. I came so many times I lost count. Squirting all over their cocks, shaking, crying, begging for more like a broken whore.

The jeers and mocking shouts meanwhile had grown to a clamorous din as the Xokothi spectators became aware of the victim's surrender to lust. "Look at the Imperium slut! She's wet! She loves it!" one man cried. "She's going to CUM!" another Xokothi roared with delight. Sure enough, Phaeka felt the unstoppable wave of pleasure pulling her under. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit in a mind-melted delirium as Kaleon's cock pounded her ass again and again. Her nipples had pebbled up now, almost painfully erect. Then she was coming, hard, thrown off a cliff into an infernal sea of delight, her libido exploding in a shower of sparks that left her convulsing and crying out.

Summary: Arianna Cole craves to be used, dominated, and taken by multiple men at once. Behind closed doors, her darkest fantasies come alive, and nothing can satisfy her hunger. Warning: This story is filled with themes of submission, cock-hungry sluts, BDSM, double penetration, humiliation, interracial fantasie, and gangbangs with men of all sizes. Skip if you get triggered. Only continue if you are ready to shiver, scream, and cum like never before. •••••••••••

She asked him, innocent of what her question meant to him. “I don’t even know what I want,” she said, gasping now as she rubbed herself, fingering herself with increasing urgency. He watched a trickle roll down her leg and fell to his knees before her. He kissed the spot above her knee, along the inside of her thigh, where a stream would flow. She felt her legs trembling and she didn’t know if she could stand. He sucked and licked his way to the warmth she was fingering, devouring her as she began to release control. He held her against the wall, his hands supporting the cheeks of her ass, as she let his tongue lick her into an ecstasy. Her moans leapt into cries and she throbbed to the puls

“Please, Alex… Fuck me now. I need this big young dick stretching my tight pussy. Ruin me tonight, baby. Make me your secret slut. I’ve been so empty for so long.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low growl, I pushed her back onto the big king bed, climbing on top of her. Her thick thighs spread wide open for me instantly, showing off her soaked and puffy pussy which was still glistening from her earlier orgasm and my tongue. I grabbed my heavy cock and rubbed the fat head up and down her slippery folds, teasing her swollen clit with every slow pass. The wet sounds were already obscene. “Tell me again how bad you want it, Mrs. Harper,” I growled, pressing just the tip against her tight e

“God, so big. Not like the tiny, little nothing Bob’s got between his legs.” Bob’s tiny, little nothing had grown to a very respect- able length and thickness as he stroked it gently, not wanting to overstimulate himself. He watched as Alex pushed his wife to her knees and fed her his cock. He almost lost it when she gagged a little as Alex pressed her face to his body, but he managed to maintain. He let his cock bob in time, without the use of hands, as Barb sat atop Alex and rode him while her lover squeezed her tits. He saw her shudder with an orgasm a few minutes before Alex pulled out of her, porn movie style, and came on her stomach for Bob’s benefit. Bob’s painfully hard cock ached as

I ran two fingers through her folds, coating them in her slickness, then pushed them inside without warning. “Fuck… so tight,” I groaned. “You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you?” “Yes… Dr Hale…” she whimpered, pushing back against my hand. I curled my fingers, stroking the spot that made her cry out. “Call me Marcus when my fingers are inside you.” “Marcus… please…” I added a third finger, stretching her while my thumb circled her swollen clit. She was dripping down my hands and the wet filthy sounds filled the library.

But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin. Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

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."