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He kept coming towards me and I kept going back till my back touched the wall. " Wow! The pot is calling, the kettle black. You are a liar. Last night you said, I used to irritate you and pull your pigtails. Well, you know I never did that. " He imprisoned me by placing his hands on the wall on my either side. He took a few locks of mine in one of his hand and felt them between his fingers.

, he thought as he swallowed his saliva. Mariana got on him and straddled him a bit before unbuckling his trousers. Valentino didn't do anything, he just let her do as she pleased on him...who is he to refuse such an offer. After fiddling with the belt, she removed it and pulled his trousers down leaving him in his underwear. She smirked when she saw the bulge in his underwear. "I can see you're ready for me", she smirked "Let's make a baby", she smiled as she proceeded to take off his underwear but he held her hand making her pause.

I shouldn't have provoked him, I don't know why I wanted him to punish me, I guess in my mind I thought he was just going to punish me by fucking me not by trying to kill me. I forgot the guy is insane. What was I thinking? I still couldn't get over the fact that he made me pee through my ass and fucked me with his fist, it was very different from two cocks in my pussy, fisting is something I never wanna get used to. I vowed to behave, no more fucking outsiders without permission.

Then he pulled back almost completely before slamming back in with one brutal, forceful thrust that knocked the air out of my lungs. I cried out sharply, the sudden depth and perfect angle making stars burst behind my eyes. Victor grabbed both of my wrists in one large hand and pinned them firmly behind my back, holding me completely helpless against the desk. His other hand gripped my hip with bruising strength. Without any mercy, he started fucking me hard — deep, punishing strokes that made the heavy desk creak and shift beneath me with every violent impact. Each thrust drove his curved cock perfectly against my g-spot, slamming into it over and over with ruthless precision.

He whined when I smacked him with a folder. "Pervert." I hissed, but he only laughed at my annoyed face and poked my nose, and he burst into laughter when I quickly pounded at him, pulling his hair. "Ouch!! Enough that's hurt." He whined, but we quickly went stiff like a block of wood when someone pushed the door open. I pulled Jayson's hair while his hands held my wrist to stop me. Our heads snapped at the door, and Felix stood there wide eye. "Closed the door." Jayson quickly said that snapped Felix from his shock. He quickly slammed the door close, almost ran towards us, and stood in front of us with questioning eyes.

The cold surface pressed against me, and I couldn't help but remember that time he used ice on me. I had the gut feeling that somehow this was going to be worse. Without warning, without even touching me to judge how hard I was, he pushed two fingers inside me, making my legs jump up. I moaned painfully, completely taken by surprise. "I also realized that you're mine to do whatever the fuck I want." He added, thrusting his fingers in and out. "And that's exactly what I'm gonna do." Some might have considered Felix's behavior as aggressive, possessive, and maybe even violent. Not me. I knew exactly how that felt, and this wasn't it.

That was something he had never done before and my heart started to beat faster. “What do you think you’re doing, Farkas?” I chuckled, concealing my disappointment, “Are you going to punish me?” “Worse!” Farkas exclaimed in fury. He pushed me towards the table, then positioned himself behind my back, forcing me to lean on the table. I was all naked now. Well, we had had sex many times where he would penetrate my pussy from back and if he wanted this right now, I was fine with it. However, to my shock, he thrust his hard shaft right into my asshole.

The silver-haired woman added a fifth finger to my ass, fisting me fully, the stretch intense, while the leader pulled out her hand, replacing it with the larger strap-on, entering my pussy with a brutal thrust. They rotated, the brunette fucking my pussy with the strap-on, the leader riding my face, her cunt grinding against my tongue. The petite woman sucked my clit, her fingers joining the silver-haired woman’s in my ass, six digits now, fisting me with a relentless rhythm. The tattooed woman moved to my tits, tribbing against them, her juices coating my skin, while the silver-haired woman added the double-headed dildo to my pussy, fucking me alongside the fisting. I came again, pussy and

It had been a habit for them to meet up every weekend and have straight sex until Monday morning. Once they were done stimulating themselves, Kelly bent Trisha on her fours. Trisha widened her legs giving her the access she needed for their next foreplay. Kelly plunged her whole fist inside Trisha's pussy with a force that sent a zap through Trisha's body. Trisha arched her back from the thrust, her body vibrating with excitement as Kelly began to fist her roughly. “Oh! You are the best Kelly!" “Harder! Don't have mercy on me!" She moaned as Kelly rammed her pussy with her fist.

He forced himself in with a dry, punishing thrust that made Rafferty’s spine arch in a silent scream. The friction was a white-hot blade. Ignatius pounded, his hips slamming against the chair with a mechanical, frantic rhythm. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound was raw, drowning out the muffled vibration of the phone in the drawer. Ignatius’s sweat was a cold, greasy film, dripping onto Rafferty’s chest. He grabbed Rafferty’s chin, forcing him to look at the ceiling. "Say it! Say you’re mine!"