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WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

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Latino splattered all over my chest, the warm thickness mixing with my sweaty dribble. I swallowed what I could, the rest glazed on me like a second skin, leaving that after sex glow. They got my thong, shook off the last drops of their cum onto it, and snapped it back into my ass, trapping the mess against my skin. Panting, they zipped up, high-fiving over my wrecked form. “Good old slut,” Blond muttered with a grin, smacking my ass hard enough to send the cum dumped in there squelching. “We’ll find you again, and there will be more of us, so keep that thong and smooth ass ready.”

I nearly choked and I was coughing so badly that instead of Liam patting my back, he just rubbed his hand up and down so firmly that it made me choke even more. "Adele, are you okay?" Chanel said sympathetical-ly. Maybe for once she would feel guilty about tricking me into this sex pool. That's what "let's play a game" stands for; everyone ends up having sex and disguising it as being something which accidentally happened because they were playing a game. I shake my head, gasping "No," while trying to breathe. "Maybe if you take your top off you'll feel better." And all of a sudden, I stopped coughing and re-peated the word, "No."

He sighed, pulling his gaze from me for a split second before he glared into my eyes "Lynn I get your anger, I do but as far as those diseases you're referring to.... That would never happen. We get checked before and after each shoot. The industry is very strict when it comes to that kind of thing" I snorted. I can't believe we were talking about STDs right now and the fact that the industry is very strict. It was as if he was referring to a rule in the employee handbook. Talking about STDs in the workplace might be normal for him but this was as a taboo to me as it could get. "How did you get into porn?", I asked again, trying so hard to keep my emotions at bay I needed to let him explain

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