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Railed

This girl. This girl is the one who wants that. Her moan floated to his ears as his hips slapped into her ass. Every attempt to wiggle away was stopped by the mattress and his weight pressing her down. He fisted her hair, holding her tight as he shoved his cock deeper. The way her …

Covered

I’m on my knees and lean back as the sound of his hand moving grows more lewd. Fwap. Fwap. FwapFwapFwap He groans, leaning over me as his eyes squeeze shut. He’s so close. Purple head peeking from his tight grip, balls drawing up, and his breath hitching as he races to completion. Mine hitches too …

Roasted

Out. Of. Practice. I’ve been avoiding writing and it’s not been great for me. 😣 Hands held her hips, hard fingers gripped her jaw. She had no time to think before a cock was splitting her cunt wide. Her moan was cut off by the cock sliding over her tongue. She rocked between them, wiggling …

Wolf

His eyes flashed, a growl rumbling from his chest as he turned to her fully. She barely stifled a gasp as his canines lengthened and his nostrils flared. Back to the wall, tingles raced up her spine and her cunt softened as he leaned closer. She should be scared, especially with his eyes glowing yellow …

Club Craving

Naked skin from neck to knees

“Let’s go, new girl.” Lisa already hated that he called her that, but she couldn’t complain. The man had taken her in, of sorts. The club was packed with bodies as she followed him deeper into the darkness. While she wasn’t connected to him, it felt like a chain around her neck linking them. His …

A Tiny Tease

An element of pseudo-incest (Step-father/daughter). I started another story a long while ago with a similar theme I may have to dig back up. I’m rusty so please forgive my errors (I know I switched tenses). “Tiny, I’m home.” I hang my coat up and set my shoes by the door. There’s a delicious smell …

Master’s Captive

Does contain non-consent. Part one. Hot damn, I finished a thing! The fire transformed the room. Backlit so the glow just touched the edges of his body, Vidar stood like a dream above him. Or perhaps it was a nightmare, as more realizations of Pietre’s fate began to dawn with the rustling of fabric. Pietre …