《Dangerous Love: Sin, Lust, and Scandal 》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

Amanda barely slept. Her body was sore, her holes still throbbing from the Processor bench, but her bald pussy kept leaking all night. The steel collar felt heavier now. When the lights snapped on at 6am, she was already wet and waiting on her knees.Handler walked in with three other trainers. All tall, muscular, and hard-eyed.“Today we finish breaking you, Fuck Toy #47,” Handler said. “No more girl left inside. Only meat.”They oiled her entire body until her pale skin gleamed. Slick hands rubbed oil over her perky tits, down her tiny waist, and all over her fat juicy ass. Fingers pushed oil deep into her pussy and ass, making her moan like a whore.They dragged her to the main hall and locked her in heavy wooden stocks. Her head and wrists were trapped in the top bar, her ankles spread wide in the bottom. Ass up high, pussy and asshole completely exposed. She couldn’t move at all.The trainers surrounded her.“Open your holes, meat,” one said.The first cock slammed into her pussy

The final day arrived without warning. Amanda had lost all track of time in the white room, but Handler entered with a different look in his eyes. Harder. Hungrier.“Tonight is your last night, Fuck Toy #47. We finish processing you completely.”No gentle words. They hosed her down one last time with cold water, making her nipples harden and her pierced clit throb. Then they oiled her body again until she shone like wet fuck meat. The steel collar felt tighter than ever around her neck.Handler led her by the chain to the main training hall. It was empty tonight. Just him and her.“On the floor. Present.”Amanda dropped to all fours, ass high, legs spread, face down. Handler circled her slowly, then kicked her knees wider.He started rough.He mounted her like a beast. No warm-up. His thick cock slammed balls-deep into her pussy in one thrust. Amanda cried out as he pounded her without mercy, his heavy balls slapping her pierced clit. The barcode above her bald pussy rubbed against th

Precious lay naked on the big hotel bed, her chest rising and falling fast. John hovered over her, his thick cock rubbing up and down her soaked pussy lips. Luke and James knelt on either side, their hands roaming her body.“Please, Daddy… fuck me hard,” she begged again, voice shaking with need.John smirked and pushed inside her in one deep thrust. Precious cried out, her back arching off the bed. He was so thick it stretched her perfectly. He didn’t go slow. He gripped her hips and started pounding her hard, his heavy balls slapping against her ass.“Fuck, this pussy is tight,” John groaned. “Made for Daddies.”Luke grabbed her hair and turned her head. “Open your mouth, baby.”She obeyed and he pushed his fat cock between her lips. Precious sucked him eagerly, moaning around his length while John fucked her pussy faster. James pinched and sucked her nipples, biting hard enough to make her whimper.“Look at you,” James said, stroking his own cock. “Taking two cocks like a good litt

Precious could barely walk the next evening when she arrived at the private penthouse suite the three men had booked for the weekend. Her body was still sore from the night before and that intense morning session, but the ache only made her wetter. She wore a short red dress with no panties, just like John had texted her.The second she stepped inside, the energy shifted. All three Daddies were waiting.John grabbed her first, pulling her against his chest. “Missed this little body,” he growled before kissing her hard, his tongue claiming her mouth.Luke came up behind her and immediately slid his big hand under her dress, cupping her bare pussy. “Already dripping. Such a greedy girl for your Daddies.”James smirked from the couch. “Strip. Slowly.”Precious obeyed, peeling the dress off her body until she stood completely naked in front of them. Her nipples were hard, her thighs shiny with her arousal.“On your knees,” John commanded.She dropped instantly. The three men surrounded he

The old Victorian house on the hill had always felt haunted by secrets. This summer, it held new ones. My cousin Mia and I were staying with Uncle Victor while our parents traveled through Europe. At 23 and 25, we told ourselves it was just practical—free rent, a quiet place to finish our grad school projects. But the moment Uncle Victor opened the door, shirt unbuttoned at the collar and that familiar hungry look in his eyes, we both knew the real reason we’d come.Victor was 48, broad-chested from years of manual labor on his property, with salt-and-pepper hair and hands that looked capable of both building fences and breaking girls. He’d been the cool, slightly dangerous uncle who always lingered a little too long during family hugs.“Emma. Mia,” he said, voice low as he pulled us inside. His palms brushed the small of our backs. “You’re both even more beautiful than I remembered.”That first evening passed in charged small talk and too much bourbon on the porch swing. By midnight,