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[My cousin, John. HR, recruiter, getaway driver…] I’m also highly skilled in the art of scherma di stiletto siciliano.

“Hi, I’m John. My parents didn’t say ‘I love you’ so now I play with knives.” 

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Hey beautiful people!

I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on! This summer has stolen me away ahhh - my hubs joined a few hockey leagues so I’ve been at the rink almost every day haha

I’m hoping to clear stuff up soon to get to replies!! Sorry for being MIA! Hope everyone is well!!

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This wasn't the first, nor did Vaelor believe it to be the last time he'd hear this sort of thing. How others chose to survive was not his problem, but he'd had his share of judgement and his pride did not allow him to be brought low.

“You think I wanted your village?” he said, voice tight. “I needed it. Just like the next man will need mine one day. That’s the world we live in. You keep your heart, I'll keep my knife." Was it merciless? Of course. He couldn't truly justify the way he and many others lived, but he didn't let it stop him. He had come face to face with others who had tried to do the same, and they were now ash. And he'd continue to do what he had to, to keep his people safe and alive.

Laughter then escaped him, cruel and deep. "I am aware, but I do not let it haunt me. Why should I when my people are living?" he paused, taking a bite from his meal. "Women, children, families - sitting before us, happy, fed and warm." They may not have been the best people, but they were his and he'd do what he had to, for them. “You are quick to question my mind, girl, when yours still clings to the illusion of fairness." He leaned in, voice low. “There’s no kindness in survival. Only those too soft to admit what it takes.”

Helena paid no mind to the name he called her.

His question irked her. Because she knew that she would do anything to protect the one's that she loved. The one's who looked to her to protect her. Helena's father used to say that her avoidance to violence would one day get her killed. She wondered if he ever thought that she would be taken like this. The hall was ablaze with conversation and bodies, but Helena's gaze remained on her captor.

"A reluctance to murder is not weakness..." Helena said. "...but I am fully aware of the grim realities of our world. I suppose I just have a heart...as opposed to you." she said, despite her full understanding that these people too had loved ones to take care off. His smirk to the other woman did peak her curiosity though. Helena wondered if she was a lover or perhaps something else. "You question my knowledge of this world as if you are immune to such interrogation yourself." She said. Thralls walked toward her, placing plates of food before her. Helena thanked them despite her anger, and partook not of the food despite her hunger.

"Are you not aware of your own cruelty? Or has the carnage left you with nothing up there?" Helena questioned, motioning toward the man's head.

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Was he shameless for struggling to look away? For not immediately taking a step back as a respectable man should have? He was. But Arik didn't mind admitting that. They were this far deep already, having just carried her around like a sack of potatoes and ending in her bedroom - a place no knight should've really ever seen. Still, a smirk played on his lips at her attempt to threaten him, his gaze moving over her figure as she laid there. "And when the King realizes I have your best interest at heart? Tell me, Princess, then what? Surely he wouldn't want to reassign me when I've proven my loyalty. Besides, you seem to need a bit of guidance and discipline. A new guard may not have the guts to dish out such a lesson, and you'd end up sneaking off and putting yourself at risk." He stepped closer, foolishly. And when she spoke again, his eyes narrowed in on her own.

"Again?" The taunt was clear, and he was so damn tempted to reach for her skin, brush it with those same calloused hands that were on her moments ago. "If I am honest,"—this was never good—"the way you're sitting before me, the way your dress is exposing your thigh," his voice was quieter, a husky tone that took over, "and you not bothering to cover yourself up, well, I'd say you prefer a strong hand, over someone who has the sense to ask permission." Now he was crossing lines, but he couldn't find the will to stop. Then again, who was kidding? He crossed a line long ago, when he had her over his shoulder. Still, she had yet to truly stop him. "But if it's permission I must seek, then let me ask. Do you want me to touch you, Your Grace?" He leaned in, his frame standing between her legs, the heel of his boot attempting to spread her feet apart. It wasn't the question he should've been asking, but she had put him a position where he couldn't help but be so bold.

As Arik allowed Ada to finally come down from his shoulder, she was in shock. And her outward appearance matched the feeling she had inside. Her once prim and proper clothes were disheveled, dress was skewed in such a way to not only show off one shoulder, but her legs were far more visible than normal as she plopped down backward onto the bed. Hands caught her fall and she was left looking up at him with wide doe like eyes, before she blew one stray strand of hair away from her face. "I cannot believe you just did that." Ada for now ignored his words about returning to his post, she wasn't entirely done with berating him just yet. Admittedly with weaker anger now than when all of this had started. "I'll have you reassigned then. Stripped."

He was the only guard by far to be able to put her in her place, her father had done the right thing - even though she didn't want to admit it - by appointing him to her side. But she simply couldn't see it that way as he hovered between her open legs and she looked up at him with such vulnerability. She was being good like promised by means of not bolting out the door as soon as he put her down, but even so, her chest was heaving with the entire situation still hanging over their heads. "You'll do well to ask before touching me again, do you understand?" Ada realized how it sounded as it came out of her mouth. She wasn't forbidding it, just forcing him to ask for permission and that little slip surprised her.

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"I've no doubt you'd try, but that's the point, is it not?" His smirk widened to a full grin, his eyes dark and dangerous as he looked her over. "I think you mistake me for something else, love. Breaking someone so strong willed and wild like you is the best part of it all." He was enjoying it too much, making it clear he wasn't the good guy here. If raiding her village hadn't already proven that, of course. "Will they now? That'd be quite the feat considering how far we've sailed off the coast thus far. There's nothing but open water and seaweed for days. You'd do well getting used to that idea. Your life is here now."

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His need for her was growing by the second. Though he had been the tease in this situation, he wasn't above showing his hand all the time. "Good girl." He growled into her ear as her words fell like poetry from her lips, while her sobs, whines and whimpers were doing nothing to quell the ache in his own trousers. With a growing smirk, Caine leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, his tongue slipping past her parted mouth and tangling with her own. While the kiss was slow, his hands were anything but. Sliding his fingers into her panties Caine quickly thrust two of his digits into her wet folds, finally giving her a taste of what she wanted. The movements were sharp and unforgiving, with his fingers curling the deeper he went. Her arousal was intoxicating, causing his breath to hitch against her mouth and his fingers to glide in and out of her. "You're soaked." The taunt broke through his lips as his teeth bit into her bottom lip, the sting a brief distraction for the moment his thumb started to toy with her clit. The pad of his finger swirled, pressing and applying the slightest amount of pressure, his ministrations a steady rhythm. "And you're so tight, sweetheart."

If Domino had been thinking clearly, she should’ve known that Caine wouldn’t give her what she craved without her pleading for it. And yet, so consumed by arousal as she was, Domino could think of nothing else but her sheer need for him. As such, it took her a few seconds to compose herself when he asked her to tell him exactly what she wanted. His allusions to her filthy mouth and the promise of anything didn’t help her calm down, if anything only heightening her need further. With laboured breathing, her skin flush and her cunt aching, Domino met his eyes just as she began to speak. “I want you to fucking ruin me, Daddy.” Not even a moment skipped by before Domino corrected herself, adding “No… I need you to fucking ruin me. Your mouth, fingers, cock… whatever holes you want, whatever you need… just make me come undone…” As Domino trailed off, an almost choked sob shot from her, a whine and a whimper following, so much was her sheer, aching arousal, spurred not just by the promise of Caine but by his continual mind-numbing yet delightful torture of her clit.  

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heat illuminated his features as he shifted on his heel, turning to face her in frustration. "i know you think we took something from you, but do not confuse survival for theft. i will not apologize for keeping you alive." never had drystan's loyalty to astarion or his demands, faltered but aeryn was pushing to a point he hadn't realized he could get to with a stranger. he gave himself a moment to cool down, ease the tension that was tight in his shoulders and fists. "now you want my help?" a scoff fell from his lips, but despite the obvious annoyance, he would do exactly as they asked. it was who he was and always would be. "we'll go this way." the illyrian turned to the end of the alleyway, his wings shifting ever so slightly, a signal of his impatience. it was a small, tight passage that would lead them back to the streets of the city, then they could follow the sidra all the way back. it was the easiest path, and would give aeryn the most comfort, which is what he was going for. the less time spent out, the better. "we'd get back faster if we fly, but i'm guessing that's a no, right?"

"oh, how easy for you to let bygones be bygones," she hisses through gritted teeth, "when your life wasn't stolen from you." even if her new form offered the promise of an eternity, it had not been aeryn's choice. unwillingly they met the cauldron's depths. unwillingly they remain under the watchful eye of the night court. always a target, never free. "fuck astarion," replies defiantly, words heavy with hate. it's evident his touch has rattled them, fingertips trembling as the fae attempts to catch their breath. how could aeryn explain their constant torment ⸺ the nightmares that had them running to the washroom every night to expel their dinner ? even if drystan was accomplishing his job of keeping aeryn alive, she couldn't feel more lifeless﹔her days a never - ending cycle of fear. "i don't care what happens to me," they managed to get out, tone barely above a whisper. as they gulp in a breath of air, aeryn finally lifts their gaze to meet his. "i'm tired . . . please, just take me back."

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he swallowed thickly; her commentary puncturing him deep. was she right? of course she was. it was bold and foolish, and on top of that, he did exactly what he pleased—well, maybe not exactly, but close. when she suggests a walk onto the terrace, however, his eyes sparkle, a small smile curving his lips. "now who's bold." his brows wiggled, before he was pushing off his heel and headed out to the night sky. velaris was shining bright, and as they stood under the stars, the moonlight dancing on their skin, his breath nearly stopped. how much time did he have left with her? what would happen when she was gone? and more importantly, what was he going to do with this infuriating feeling inside him? it was only growing worse, the more time they spent together. khol glanced over his shoulder, his gaze trailing over her before returning back to the city. "has your stay in the night court been to your liking? i'd hate for you to leave then swear you'd never return," he chuckled, head down for a moment before he was back to looking at her. at how stunning she looked under the stars above them. "you're welcome to stay for longer, you know. we've plenty of space, even a townhouse. we call it the house of wind, but the view from up there...it's breathtaking. i think you'd like it."

it was customary to wear night court fashion for such event, or so one of the handmaids had explained as they dressed sansa in a gown made of fabric akin to a starry sky. midnight blue chiffon adorned with thousands of crystals that caught﹠reflected the faerie lights above. it would be her last party in velaris before returning home to autumn. perhaps that's why something deep within her soul grows taught at the sight of khol with morwen. it was as it should be ⸺ a bride with her betrothed. yet, sansa finds it difficult to ignore the painful ache oh such a display. to look at something she could never quite have. the high fae is busy surveying the crowd as a familiar voice greets her. how unwise for him to approach, and how grateful sansa is for his folly. the femme barely lifts her gaze at his greeting, though hues flicker in his direction at such a compliment. "it is bold," she assures, though won't admit if he had crossed a line. what was the point anyways with her leaving soon ? "you do as you please despite others approval," points out in a low tone. chin tilts to a nearby terrace, lips moving to press against her glass of wine. "i was hoping to get a better view outside . . . do you wish to join me ?"

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hi. fuck ice. here is how you can help families affected by unlawful deportation

edit: and FUCK LAPD. here is how you can help bail out protestors who are in the trenches, facing mass arrests and putting their bodies on the line.

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Even in a state of pleasure he had her rolling her eyes. The arrogance, as disgustingly hot as it could be, would always be something she'd push back at. Even as he finally filled her, his length spreading her, filling her, it wasn't enough to have her relent. She was far too stubborn for that, a trait he was aware of and was always eager to test. "Bold claim." She whispered, the words cut off by a moan. In an attempt to stifle her sighs, Vivienne bit down on her bottom lip, but nothing could stop the way her body arched up towards him or how she rolled her hips into him, allowing him to move deeper inside her clenching, dripping wet core. Her fingers clawed into his skin again, her eyes falling shut for just a moment, and the image of the mirror flashed behind her eyelids. "But you've given me what I wanted," she whispered, "now fuck me as good as you know I need." With her tight grip on him, she dug her nails into his skin, leaving behind marks as she scratched down his back.

Ben’s continued grinding against Vivienne, his cock rubbing against the soaked lace of her panties. The friction and sensation sent delightful jolts through him, although he had to concede that Vivienne was right with her words. He couldn’t tease her forever. As much as he loved to play with her, he also needed to bury himself inside her… and fast. Nevertheless, rather than admit that, he smirked and continued going for a few further moments amidst their heated kissing and heavy touching. “You’ll never be bored of me,” he declared in a husky murmur. As if to illustrate the point further, Ben reached down with his free hand and yanked the front of her panties to the side, exposing her slick sex. Positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance, Ben met her gaze again and smirked as he pushed inside. A loud moan shot from him as he felt her tight walls clenching around his length, more such grunts and groans following as he sank into her, inch by inch. 

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she wasn't sure what she expected him to respond with, but his words left her face falling. though she wore her annoyance, and arrogance honestly, like a mask, the truth was, nesryn was nervous. she didn't know what was planned for when she got to velaris, but when he spoke of it, it did not sound like it benefited her by any means. "the last i'll see of the sun or stars? with threats like those, it may be harder getting me back to your court of hell than you think." a pause followed his statement and nesryn took a moment to take a sip from her glass. the wine was smooth and sweet, a nice change from the bitter taste the night seemed to leave in her mouth. another sip came, then another, much larger than the last. she wasn't bothering to hide the fact that she needed it, now. "does everyone in your court blindly follow your high lord or are you just a kiss ass? i could never imagine following orders without question or concern for what may come of them." more digs at him, but could he really blame her? it wasn't like she wanted to go there willingly, and with how he was talking to her, he didn't exactly make it appealing, either. "i'll never understand fae politics, though, so what do i know."

perhaps it had been a mistake to let her go alone, but aslan needed the break from her bemoaning. how much trouble could nesryn get in while retrieving faerie wine for them to share. as she returns with food and drink, the illyrian is seated on the edge of the bed in order to undo his boots' laces. can't help but groan at the reminder of the days to come. it would be easier to winnow or fly the two through prythian to night, but it had been insisted that the journey be on foot. he lifts himself from the bed to draw closer and reach for the bottle before pouring the contents into the two glasses for the both of them. "what astarion plans to do with you is not my concern," he remarks, "my only instructions were to bring you back alive." can't help but balk at mention of the court of nightmares. of course, that would be the only knowledge any outsiders have of night. "there are plenty of nice rooms under the mountain," he assures, happy to feed into any of her fears, "i'd enjoy these next few days . . . because i doubt you'll be seeing the sun or stars once we arrive." why bother trying to tell her different when she'd see it for herself upon entering velaris. whatever deal had been struck between her and astarion clearly didn't require any explanation of the court of dreams. "none taken," he assures, "the food mostly tastes of ash." makes a point of popping a grape into his mouth to make his point. "i'd enjoy the platter while you can, too."

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this was the feeling she had missed most. how he could seem to ease any and all worries of hers - even if sometimes he was the source of them. but it had been a year too long since she had someone telling her they believed in her. the fact that it was chase though, well that's how she knew it was real. because even despite what happened to them, she knew who chase was at his heart and truly believed her meant what he was saying. it warmed her face, coloring seeping into her cheeks as he looked at her in that way of his. to stop the contracting feeling in her chest though, daphne chuckled and spoke, "oh don't worry, you'll be the first i thank in my speeches too. promise." the smile stayed on her face as they walked forward and she nodded, "i appreciate it though. you always know how to say the right thing."

at the mention of her leaving him, daphne couldn't help the toxic thoughts. maybe she would. his words rang in her ear and she had to fight her way out of the tunnel vision, focus on what he was saying, not on how she wished she could've been the one to be the one to fall into him so effortlessly. it sounded so... simple. "oh come on, and leave behind her big director boyfriend? i don't think so. guys like you are too rare to give up." she would know. the way he spoke about his girlfriend some more wasn't exactly the most exciting pill to swallow, but she couldn't deny that he genuinely seemed happy. but if daphne was going to mature even the slightest, then she needed to learn how to be supportive and happy for her friends. no matter who they were dating or not dating. "sounds like you two got your own airport romance book going if you ask me." she chuckled. "it's sweet, really. that you have someone it's so easy with." sighing, she sipped on her drink, eyes forward and away from him. "but yeah, i could be an extra. so long as you don't make me audition. i'm natural, anyway."

chase just laughed at her comment and shook his head "i imagine they make quite a bit." he thought about their own story, how that could fit a romance story. or at least a failed romance story, since in their story he didn't get the girl… except he did of course. he got rachel, daphne just wasn't the girl for him, he was meant to meet rachel. "well hopefully there's some good stories in auditing, that will inspire you." he teased before his face turned a bit serious. "no but seriously, i believe in you. you'll get there." he said as he stopped walking for a second to just look at her, to convey to her he was being serious. "you're strong daphne. and you're good at getting what you want because you work for it. and you deserve it." he said with a little smile. "and seriously if you do make romance novels and make a lot of money, don't forget me. i have a lot of student loans." he had to end with a joke, couldn't let things turn to serious as he started walking with her again.

"thanks." chase said with a little nod, looking down at the ground, not a guy who managed to glow in compliments when he was given them. made him feel weird, and made him blush. "well, i don't know about that. maybe she'll make it big and leave me for a big, hot and hunky actor." he joked, knowing that rachel wasn't like that at all. "yeah, she is." chase mused with a smile. "that's sort of how it happened, you know we were working on the shorts for a whole day and for a whole day i was filming her because it was my day to hold the camera, and at the end of the day… i didn't want to stop. i wanted to keep looking at her through a lens… and i got to, just… with my own." he said as he pointed to his eye and rolled his eyes playfully at himself. "i know it's cheesy, but… it really did feel like a movie you know? and we hung out and things were just easy… and that was really great." chase had appreciated that, after everything he had gone through with daphne, being with rachel it just happened, and he didn't need to do a lot. she liked him back. "mostly drama shorts, some comedic stuff, but things that are easy on a low budget. why do you want to star in one? be an extra?" he said with a little cheeky smile.

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The moan forced into Willa's mouth sent a shiver down her spine. She hadn't felt like this before. Sure, she had her desires and her fantasies, and by no means was her sex life with Rhys boring. But there was something different about having someone else watch, or maybe it was the fact that her husband was the one giving her permission. Rhys, who was now whispering into Willa's ear, stepped forward and did as Logan suggested. Both hands latching on to her breast, palming them, groping them tightly. He groaned against his wife, his dick rubbing against Willa's ass.

"Take her dress off, baby." Rhys murmured into her ear, a faint whine escaping Willa as he moved to replace his hands with her own. With his hand over Willa's he guided her along Daphne's body, forcing her to squeeze at her chest. He helped her play with her first, showing her how to please her before forcefully tugging the dress down and exposing her chest. His dick twitched at the sight, aching for more than what he was getting. Fuck, he wanted himself buried between Daphne's tits. "You want to help me, Logan?" His husky voice cracked as he pulled his attention to the man, slipping his hands off Willa's and gripping at the back of her dress, pulling the zipper down. "You keep going, okay baby? I wanna see just how sensitive she is." At his command, Willa continued to tease and grope at the blonde's newly bare chest. Her fingers spreading wide to cup at the ample flesh. She then moved to her nipples, tugging at the delicate buds and tightly pinching them between her fingers. "I can't lie, man. I've thought about my dick between those tits for weeks." Rhys admitted. He wasn't sure how brazen he was allowed to be, but there was no going back now.

Daphne was typically a shy little thing. Logan was the only one who could pull her out of her shell. He always encouraged her to explore things that intrigued her, but never pushed her beyond her comfort level. He was clearly the more dominant one in the relationship, but she liked it that way; she loved being his plaything to show off to others. As she stood there, fingers tangling in Willa's hair as the kiss deepened, she could feel the heat pooling between her thighs. She knew he was watching, and on top of that, so was Rhys.

At first, Logan remained in his spot, leaning back into the couch, arms spread out over the back, watching his gorgeous wife make out with the equally beautiful brunette. It was quite the sight, and the whole situation was making him rock hard, and by the looks of things, so was Rhys. Not only that, but he noticed the look he was giving Daphne, something he'd given her many times, and a few times towards Willa. He could tell they were all on the same page, even if they were cautious about how far they would push things. Seemed like it was up to him to get the ball rolling. The male shifted so he was sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning forward so his hand could slip up the back of Daphne's thigh, groping her ass cheek through the fabric of her dress, causing her to moan into Willa's mouth. "She makes even better sounds when you play with her breasts; they've always been pretty sensitive." He makes eye contact with Rhys, silently giving him approval to touch her.

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to feel her cum on his cock again, to watch the way her body shook and her pussy gushed all over him, it was like a dream. the feeling and the sight of her exhausted body slumped against him was almost enough to get him to fill her back up, if he could. to cram more of his hot cum inside her tiny little pussy that was already so full. adriano's dick twitched inside of her, reacting to those tight walls as her arousal exhausted her to no end. "oh that's it, my baby girl." he groaned, watching her come apart for him. his cock throbbed inside of her, and as she fumbled into him, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her temple, letting his lips linger on her skin.

the way she'd screamed, her body trembling and shaking - god it was fucking hot. the mess was fucking hot. the fact that his cum was spilling out of her with each thrust was hot. fuck, everything about her was hot. "you good, angel?" he reached for her jaw, gripping her enough to keep her face up as he tried to look at her from behind. she was so spent and it left him laughing with content. he did that. she fell apart on his dick and god damn it was the most beautiful thing he had played witness to.

with his hands around her torso, adriano lifted her up, slipping himself out of her. his dick was soaked, sticky, and dripping from her and his own arousal. it took him a few moments to find the strength in his legs, but when he did, he was helping himself out of the hot tub, and scooping her into his arms. he didn't care about the mess they made, about the fact that his best mate was still on the balcony fucking his own girl, or the fact that there were others still inside the suite. his focus was on her and how perfect she looked in his arms. "you're such a good girl for me, baby. did such a good job." adriano spoke quietly, his voice a murmur, soft and gentle. "let's get you all cleaned up, yeah?" he walked toward the glass door, holding it open with his foot before making his way through.

he was quick to get her into his room, closing the door behind them. laying her on the bed, the still fully naked man roamed between the main bedroom and the bathroom attached. he had started the shower, steam rising from the heat of the water, got a towel for her, and even poured her a tall glass of water for how dehydrated he was certain she'd be. he returned to her side, lifting her up off the mattress, before she was back in his arms. once it was warm enough, he brought her into the oversized shower, placing her legs on the floor and hands never leaving her sides. "hey baby girl, look at me, can you open those pretty eyes for me?" one hand was back on her jaw, holding her face up and the other on her ass, keeping her against him. "you know i'm never letting you go after tonight, right doll? you got me real hooked on that cunt of yours. not to sound like a total bastard, but i can't help it, baby. you're fucking addictive." a laugh rumbled through his chest. "hopefully you enjoyed yourself as much as i did, cause there's no way in hell i'm letting you leave here without knowing you're coming back to me."

cheryl felt like she was floating, and it wasn't just because of the alcohol adriano had given her earlier. she felt drunk on him, like the very touch of his fingertips on her skin was enough to burn, like his cum inside her was the strongest drug there was, and she was already addicted. her smile was loose and easy, her gaze adoring, baring her neck for him. his promise made her flush with happiness, her cunt squeezing around him weakly, despite how many times she'd already cum, because the prospect of being filled with him again and again and again was more arousing than anything else in the world. when she'd agreed to sell herself for the night, looking for a thrill and a bit of cash, she'd had no idea that she would feel this way. that she would enjoy every second of it so much, that her body would feel so alive and so used and so wonderful. she didn't want the night to end. she didn't ever want to be parted from him, now now that she knew what it was like to have him inside her.

"that sounds nice," she said dazedly, still smiling sweetly up at him. "my pussy is going to feel so empty if you're not in it." the very thought made tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "i like it when you're inside me, daddy. she pressed a loving kiss to his neck and continued to bounce on his cock like her life depended on it. it brought pleasure coursing through every inch of her body, making the girl throw back her head and moan, goosebumps erupting over her skin. but her own pleasure, as vivid and wonderful as it was, wasn't the reason she was working her thighs up and down, muscles trembling, breasts bouncing. she fucked herself again and again, all for him, wanting to bring him pleasure, to make sure he wanted to stay inside her as much as she wanted him there. and when he kissed her, cheryl moaned into his mouth. "daddy," she whispered between gasping breaths, only pulling away to breathe then kiss him all over again.

his hand between her legs had the poor girl trembling, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure he'd brought to her body over and over became almost too much to take. every touch brought a moan from her lips, little whimpers of pleasure, her thighs trembling, spreading as wide for him as she could, her clit throbbing under his skilled fingers. her cunt gushed around him. she nodded. "love being used by you," she agreed. "only you." she nuzzled her face into his neck, continuing to rock on his cock, her thrusts getting more and more desperate as she worked herself harder on his length, gasping and moaning, his words filling her up like warm drink. he thought she was perfect. she was his good girl. she was making him happy.

his praise felt nearly as good as his fingers, as his cock pressing that spot inside her. between the stimulation inside her core, his finger on her clit, his teeth on her ear, and most of all, his voice echoing through every bit of her body, cheryl was helpless to do anything but cum. again. she screamed as her body convulsed and shook and trembled against him, giving him exactly what he wanted. exhausted, overwrung with the pleasure forced from her once more, she squirted powerfully over his cock, spraying her pleasure over his length and the place between their bodies, splattering both their stomachs. in fact, the orgasm was so powerful, cheryl blacked out, her body slumping against adriano's, her eyes fluttering closed.

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there was nothing innocent about the moan that slipped past her lips when he pushed back inside her, taking control, and fucking her so deliciously. the stretch, the feel, it had her mind blanking, blacking out for a brief second as arousal succumbed her. carina yelped at the merciless fucking, her tiny body bouncing, tits jiggling against his chest, her head tipping back as pleasure washed over her. he was fucking her, hitting the back of her cunt so deeply, she almost couldn't register what was even happening. "don't...stop!" she cried out, a gasp escaping her, a moan following, a string of incoherent babbles leaving her, and then, he did stop. it took her a moment, her cunt still clenching and pulsing around him, wanting more, craving more. now that he had given her a taste, her body wanted to know what it was like to be fully fucked. to be stuffed with his cum, to be used and owned by him. delirious and panting, she looked back at him, pleading as he hips began to move once more, wanting him to continue. each roll was deliberate, slow as she adjusted to the stretch and the way he just filled her so fucking perfectly. "i could," she breathed out, "if you really want me to." pushing him down, her hand flat against his chest, carina began to ride him, giving him no other option to enjoy how deep he was seated inside her. her cunt so tightly wrapped around his cock as she started to speed up, letting him feel how good it would be to have her bounce on him, milking his cock dry.

the tightness that surrounded his cock was an experience he hasn't felt in a long time. not even when he first started fucking his wife. her young cunt was different. gripped him so tightly-- he almost felt like it could take his cock hostage deep inside her. not that he would be opposed to that. he shuddered at the way she rocked herself against him. getting a teasing feeling of how it would feel if he were to allow himself to fuck her. "you think you can stop yourself, huh?" he knew the real answer to that. they have crossed a line that they can never undo. he was officially fucking his best friend's younger daughter. was officially cheating on his wife. strong arms circled around her tiny body, keeping her close to him as he lifted her body slightly and started to drill into her. his thick cock moving in and out of her without mercy for a few minutes. "you really think you can stop yourself after being fucked like this?" he grunted out before stopping himself from fucking her completely. his cock still bottoming out inside her but making no effort to move, challenging her words.

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it hadn't fully registered in her mind how quickly her body was reacting to the slightest touch from him, or how easily she had come to accept being his fleshlight, his toy, his whore, his pet. the more he called her names, the harder it was for her not to melt right there, her body trembling and shivering at the way his hands roamed up her skin. each word was a promise of more, that he wasn't done yet, not with her. was she that desperate to be touched that when a man spoke so cruelly, it turned her on beyond belief? or was it him that was so intoxicating, his words and actions driving her closer and closer to the edge with every passing second.

"it is." she gasped, nodding her head quickly, eyes watery and cheeks red. "i want to be used. i want to know what it feels like to be your whore." between his mouth on her cunt, and his fingers shoved inside of her, she was already an aching mess. soft whines escaped her each time he thrusted three full fingers in to her tight hole, spreading her out leaving her just moments after. she winced at the roughness of his movements, how calloused and thick his fingers were. she had never been used like this, never been tied up and vulnerable. there was nothing she could do. she was there for his pleasure and fuck, he could do anything he damn well pleased and she'd probably thank him for it.

"what," she finally spoke again, her throat dry and coarse. "what are you going to do to me?" she wiggled against her bindings, unfamiliar with the feeling of being so constricted. she was on full display for him and never before had she been this exposed - this used. but with him, she wanted to be used. chewing at her bottom lip, romee glanced at where josh was, trying to peak at what he was grabbing for, what toys he'd use on her, what he'd make her do and how much more pleasure would he force out of her until her body was nothing but a trembling and aching mess.

josh's smile spread from ear to ear, something fond and hungry in his eyes as he looked romee over like she was the prey he'd just caught. "my fleshlight," he agreed. he knelt on the edge of the bed, naked himself, half hard cock pressing against her thigh as he moved between her spread, bound legs. his hands, calloused and rough, moved slowly up the smooth expanse of her skin, feeling the curves of her legs, up to her thighs, her hips, her waist. every inch of her was beautiful, a work of art just waiting for the paint. already some of the 'colors' of his painting were showing, bruises rising on her hips and between her thighs from where he'd gripped her tightly when he'd fucked her. between her legs, another color, red, was shining brilliantly, her well-fucked and slapped cunt a beautiful shade of pink and red, her little clit swollen and showing itself so beautifully too.

following the instinct, josh ducked his head and kissed directly over her clit then sucked it into his mouth, letting his teeth just barely graze against the sensitive bud. he licked a stripe over her puffy cunt lips then looked back over her body, seeing the pink flush on her slapped breasts, her hard nipples. when they were done here tonight and she went home, he wanted her to remember him. hell, he wanted her to keep remembering him even when she came back to work the next day. when she was fucking her next client, dancing for the next "work trip," he hoped she'd think of him.

he laughed lightly at her begging. "you really are a desperate little slut, aren't you?" his voice was fond. he sat up again, pulling away from her dripping cunt with a wet pop and licking his lips at the taste of her. then his hands were on her again, stroking up her stomach, to her breasts, which he squeezed. hard. "is this what you wanted, little whore? to be tied up and at my mercy? i could do anything i wanted with you. anything." he pressed a kiss to her throat, his teeth scraping the soft skin here, leaving another mark. "maybe i won't let you go. maybe i'll decide i want to keep this pussy." he sat back and this time pressed three fingers roughly into her cunt all at once. "you might just end up begging me to keep you. who else is going to want this nasty cunt when i'm doing ruining it?" he pulled his fingers out, slapped over her cunt lips, then thrust the digits back in again. "you want to cry for me, little whore? oh, i'll make you cry. we have hours ahead of us, and your body is my playground. we're just getting started."

he slapped her clit this time, then suddenly, he was standing up, removing all stimulation as he went to the cupboard and began to look through the toys and devices offered by the club, deciding what he was going to do with her.