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“There are women ready to do some very nasty things to make some real money in this city, Tia,” the “boss” continued, walking slowly around the aisle between the “sets” like a corporate presenter, or perhaps a zookeeper. “I have my pick of the prettiest girls, and a line waiting to take their place. But I don't have a lot of lily-white blondes with Victoria's Secret figures on my roster.
Amy batted the sleep from her eyes and lazily slipped from the bed. The night before came by flashes of memory. Sucking, fucking. Cocks in her pussy, cocks in her ass. Streams of cum in her and on her.
She didn't remember how many hours had passed. The room was cool, the walls gray and bare. The only object in the room was a huge mirror that took up the entire wall and mercilessly threw back every glance.
He grabs his sword from the ground and turns to face me, tense, but he lowers his sword as he sees me and I see his cock start to fill with blood and go half erect and we both look each other over as we are now close, he has a nice warrior and hunter build he has black hair like me, but his eyes are a forest green while mine are violet, and he has some scars while I have none, despite his scars he is handsome for a human, and I smile as he meets...
Liliane's heart raced as she read the email that had just landed in her inbox. Lucien Oprust, the iconic streamer she had idolized, wanted her to be a guest on his show, Meeting the Newbz . Her big blue eyes widened in disbelief; this was the opportunity of a lifetime. She imagined the boost in her follower count and the thrill of sharing the screen with a titan of the streaming world. Little did she know, this dream would soon spiral into a...
Bobby loved the way Heather’s head rested on his chest, as they lay together in the hay of his parents' barn. Not only allowed it him to be close to her, to smell gorgeous copper hair as it cascaded over his upper body. It furthermore allowed his hands to rest on her chest, a privilege she only had granted him recently.
Mein Name ist Jeanette, aber ich mag es lieber, wenn man mich Jenny nennt. Ich bin Waage, Mitte Oktober geboren, und wie alle Waagen habe ich dieses Ding, dass alles ausgeglichen sein muss – niemand sollte bevorzugt oder benachteiligt werden, alles soll fair sein. Es klingt vielleicht naiv, aber ich glaube daran, oder zumindest glaubte ich daran, damals, als diese Geschichte passierte. Ich weiß, dass viele Männer mich süß oder schön finden – ich...
Once all fourteen men had quieted their thirst and appetite, tales and stories were shared near the fire, with everybody sipping wine and speaking with winged words of lore and wisdom.
I gently grab her breasts, caressing her nipples with my thumbs, and press her breasts together as I start to shift my body, so my cock slides up between her breasts, I hold her breasts tight enough in the hot oily slippery water that my foreskin slips back and I groan as my exposed cock head is enveloped by her wondrously soft breasts and just as I clear the top of her breasts her tongue darts out licking my cock head and she moans higher .
In the divided city of Zaun, a desperate thief’s quest for freedom leads her into the clutches of Piltover’s most determined enforcers, where survival means surrendering everything she once believed in. Takes place after the end of Netflix's Arcane.
Miranda yelped, her back arching up from the dirty floor as she was violated by the woman she thought her friend. “That's right, Mir. Take it like a woman!” Kat reveled in playing the dominant queen bee. She may not have had a cock herself, but she certainly knew how to use one.
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This is a huge fantasy I had from the very first time I saw that movie. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that if the soldiers had won and taken the train, they would have raped the women. The idea of such a gorgeous character as Iris...
I’ve got the state governor’s daughter found unconscious in a frat house with all kinds of fluids all over her body. Oh, excuse me, she was unconscious but gave a detailed account of how she was, in her words, ‘used and abused in all her holes all night long by drunken college guys.’ So, I think you understand where I’m coming from. The governor is tugging every string he can to try and figure out what happened. And he wants to know what...
Der Autor dieser Geschichte hat die Regeln für das Veröffentlichen von Geschichten gelesen und akzeptiert. Der Autor garantiert, dass die folgende Geschichte keine der in der Sektion „Verbotene Inhalte“ aufgeführten Themen enthält.
Die folgende Geschichte ist ein fiktives Werk und dient ausschließlich der Unterhaltung. Sie schildert nicht einvernehmliche sexuelle Handlungen zwischen Erwachsenen. Sie ist in keiner Weise als Befürwortung nicht...
The sun was getting low, and I increased the speed of my steps. My mind was busy thinking of her. Valentina, absolutely everything of her was perfect. The lovely smile, the big brown eyes that melted my heart, the fashionable page boy style she kept her hair. Valentina Maria Gutierrez Calderon, even her name was rolling in such a beautiful round way over my tongue. And tonight there would be more round things to explore...
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for...
Die fünf Spielerinnen waren wie erstarrt. Laura ließ ihre Kamera fallen, Sydney ballte die Fäuste, und Jule suchte verzweifelt nach einer Fluchtmöglichkeit. Doch das Boot war zu klein, und der Fluss war keine Option – nicht mit Piranhas und Krokodilen im Wasser. Giulia trat vor, ihre Stimme ruhig, aber bestimmt. „Was wollt ihr?“, fragte sie auf Englisch.
Marcelo grinste. „Nur einen kleinen Ausflug. Keine Sorge, ihr seid bald wieder frei. Aber...
“My goodness,” said Carrie in wonderment. “We’re all victims. None of us deserves to be here.”
“You were born with a gash between your legs, slut,” said the guard, “So you deserve everything you get.”
“That… that can’t be right!” said Carrie, still confused and dazed.
“It pretty much is,” said the whore. “Men can do what they like to us and any bitch who resists is going to get what’s coming to her.”
“Yeah,” said the guard. “About that…”
Braun keuchte erleichtert auf, als seine Finger sich aus ihr zurückzogen. Die Erleichterung währte jedoch nur kurz, da er sich in eine sehr offensichtliche Position brachte. „Nein, nein, nein, nein, NEIN, BITTE!“, flehte Braun und schrie dann unverständlich, als sein Schwanz in sie eindrang. Weitere Schreie ihrer Crew vermischten sich mit ihren wie eine Spieluhr des Schreckens. Seine Lippen pressten sich plötzlich auf ihre. Es waren nicht die...
Der Autor dieser Geschichte hat die Regeln für das Veröffentlichen von Geschichten gelesen und akzeptiert. Der Autor garantiert, dass die folgende Geschichte keine der in der Sektion „Verbotene Inhalte“ aufgeführten Themen enthält.
Die folgende Geschichte ist ein fiktives Werk und dient ausschließlich der Unterhaltung. Sie schildert nicht einvernehmliche sexuelle Handlungen zwischen Erwachsenen. Sie ist in keiner Weise als Befürwortung nicht...
Der Autor dieser Geschichte hat die Regeln für das Veröffentlichen von Geschichten gelesen und akzeptiert. Der Autor garantiert, dass die folgende Geschichte keine der in der Sektion „Verbotene Inhalte“ aufgeführten Themen enthält.
Zoe groaned as she woke up. If one could call the slow and agonizing process of clawing oneself into consciousness waking up. Her body hurt in multiple places, worst perhaps the pounding headache, closely followed by her arm sockets and legs. She tried to move them, to get some relief, finding that her arms were tied to something above her head, and it appeared as if her feet were tied to the same fix points. Because they were wide spread and...
But in that moment, she saw something in him that chilled her, and she swallowed hard. Looking into the darkness in his eyes, she felt like she was looking at the drop from the edge of a cliff, and she knew with sudden certainty that she would not survive the fall.
Her grandfather had fought in WW2 and something had happened during operation Varsity. The 315th Parachute Infantry Regiment had missed their drop zone and landed in a zone reserved for the British, one company ended up even five miles further east and liberated a camp they first thought was a POW camp. That is all that is known of what Dog Company did that day.
Der Autor dieser Geschichte hat die Regeln für das Veröffentlichen von Geschichten gelesen und akzeptiert. Der Autor garantiert, dass die folgende Geschichte keine der in der Sektion „Verbotene Inhalte“ aufgeführten Themen enthält.
Die folgende Geschichte ist ein fiktives Werk und dient ausschließlich der Unterhaltung. Sie schildert nicht einvernehmliche sexuelle Handlungen zwischen Erwachsenen. Sie ist in keiner Weise als Befürwortung nicht...
The minivan's interior, a prison of tinted glass and leather, seemed to close in around her, trapping her in a nightmare she can't wake up from. His hands were like steel, unyielding and powerful, holding her in place. The feeling of the leather car seat against her back was a stark contrast to the heat of his body on top of her.
The innkeeper, a middle-aged man with a tired but resilient face, hastened to serve them. His hands trembled as he poured the frothy ale, hoping to placate their hunger and hasten their departure. Yet, as he glanced at the door, his heart sank as two young women, his grown daughters, entered with arms laden with goods from the market. Their smiles faded the moment they caught sight of the soldiers.
