Todos os capítulos de RAW DESIRES:{50 Stories of Passion}: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Then he yanked his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop, a string of spit hanging between us as I collapsed onto my hands, gasping, my throat raw.Before I could catch my breath, his hand gripped the back of my neck and shoved me forward, slamming me face-first onto the desk. Papers scattered across the floor as he bent me over, my ass raised, skirt bunched up around my waist.“You wanted to play games?” he growled, his cock rubbing against my soaked pussy. “Now you’re gonna take every inch.”“P-please,” I whimpered, already dripping, my thighs trembling.With one brutal thrust, he slammed into me, so deep and hard, I screamed into the desk. My nails scraped across the wood as he drove into me again and again, each thrust pounding through my body, shaking me to the core.“Fuck…feels so good,” he groaned, gripping my hips, pulling me back onto him. His pace was relentless, each stroke harder than the last, filling me completely.“Ahhh! Ohhh…yes!” I moaned, my voice breaking, my body arc

My throat tightened. “Truth,” I said quickly, clinging to the safer option.“Coward,” someone teased but the hostess leaned in, eyes glittering. “Alright. Tell us… when was the last time you were properly kissed?”Heat flared across my face. The whole room seemed to lean forward, waiting. “I—” I fumbled, biting my lip. “It’s… been a while.”A murmur swept through the group, satisfied and intrigued. I wanted to melt into the couch but the hostess only patted my knee.The game spun on. More confessions, more dares. The room grew warmer, the laughter looser, charged and then…The bottle landed on me again.“Dare,” the hostess declared before I could even open my mouth.My heart lurched. “Wait…”“No waiting,” she cut me off, her grin sharp. “Stand up, go to the center.”The group hooted and clapped as I shakily rose, every eye burning into me. The hostess followed, guiding me toward the circle’s heart like she was presenting me to them.“She looks nervous,” a man chuckled.“She looks perf

The hostess trailed kisses down my neck, biting lightly before sliding her hand under the band of my panties. Her fingers brushed my clit, just enough to make me whimper. She grinned wickedly and did it again, slower this time, circling until my hips jerked forward in need.Another man moved behind me, his chest hot against my bare back. His palms spread across my waist, then down to my hips, gripping me firmly as if he owned me. He leaned in, lips grazing my ear. “God, you’re perfect,” he murmured before spanking my ass hard enough to echo.I moaned, biting my lip, my body trembling as hands explored everywhere at once, my breasts squeezed, my ass slapped, my clit teased in maddening circles.Someone else dropped to their knees in front of me before I knew it, his mouth was on me through the thin lace of my panties, sucking my pussy until the fabric was damp with his saliva. My thighs trembled as he tongued me eagerly and when his teeth scraped lightly over my clit, I cried out.The

Now I was split open, double penetrated, every inch of me claimed. I screamed into the cock stuffed in my throat, my whole body shaking as they slammed into me from both sides.Slaps rained on my breasts, my nipples pinched and twisted until I cried out. Someone spat on my face, the wetness dripping down my cheek as I moaned through the gag of cock.A vibrator buzzed suddenly against my clit. I jerked hard, body convulsing from the sharp shock of pleasure. The cock in my pussy and the one in my ass drove harder, faster, while the vibrator circled mercilessly over my swollen clit.“Fuck yes, make her squirt again,” one groaned.My vision spun behind the blindfold, tears leaking down my cheeks as I moaned, gagged, gasped. My body gave in, squirting hard, juices splashing down my thighs.“Dirty little slut,” a voice growled.They pulled out only to shove their cocks against my lips, forcing me to lick and taste myself off them. I moaned, licking and sucking, swallowing every drop they pu

I lay there, gown bunched up around my waist, the paper beneath me sticking to my skin. His gloved hands pressed gently against different parts of my stomach, moving lower each time.Dr. Watson’s hands were warm, even through the gloves, as they pressed along my stomach. He started higher up, firm but gentle, as though testing each part of me.“Any tenderness here?” His voice was even, almost soothing.I shook my head quickly. “No, doctor.”He shifted lower, fingertips pressing just above my hip bone. The pressure made my skin prickle. “And here?”Again, I shook my head, though my throat was too dry to form words.When his touch drifted lower down toward the soft flesh at the top of my inner thigh, my body stiffened. The breath I’d been holding escaped in a sharp gasp.Dr. Watson paused, his eyes flicking up to mine for a second before lowering again. “Don’t tense up, You need to stay relaxed for this part of the exam.”“O-okay.” My voice cracked and I hated how nervous I sounded.His