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a thrilling rush of adrenaline courses through her. her relentless craving drives her toward impulsive, reckless decision-making. all because she thrives on chaos; the itch of boredom is temporarily soothed when she stirs up mayhem. bitch stings a little until fawn can't help but giggle when he calls her twisted. "maybe you're right, but don't 'ya think you're also coming off a little ironic? you fucking pervert." a bold take coming from the girl who started getting wet when he manhandled her over his shoulder, eager to revel in the depravity of his behavior under whatever pretense came up. he's got her petite body pinned underneath what feels like a knee, forcing a whimper out of fawn despite her attempts to hold back. when she starts to get the idea to kick and wriggle her legs it's too late to do anything other than feebly squirm, shoved snug against him. heat flushes her cheeks, ashamed to even admit to herself the frenzy that erupts across her body when he touches her in places he shouldn't. the head of his cock kisses the entrance to her needy cunt like it belongs there. fawn can't help but quiver before he's even truly split her open. "you're SO gross," she whispers before a sharp inhale leaves her struggling to speak when her hole gives way to the building pressure as he buries his cock in her. tight walls ache as she tries to command her body to stop bearing down around him.

dealing with his sister when she gets like this is clearly unbearable. who does she think she is?  whatever is going on with kaycee that's her own business. sergio doesn't like the fact that as he's trying to talk some sense into dawn, she's not even paying attention to him. she's focusing more on that game than him. that's why he picks his sister up and throws her on the bed when he gets to the room. he's basically tuning her out when she's trying to justify her actions. just making sure that he's pulling her pants and underwear down to the point that her cheeks are exposed. “you sound so fucking stupid right now. like a pretentious little BITCH.” the world might be tough to hear, but he doesn't care. she's called him a bunch of shit tonight so he can also use some choice words for her. “you're so fucking twisted. how did you think that was the way to provide your point? talking's suddenly too good for you?”

sergio nows that her actions also reflect on him. some of his friends were in that bar and saw how she was acting. now they're not going to shut up about it. he needs to make sure that she gets this through her thick skull. after taking off her own bottoms, he puts a knee down on her back so that he can shimmy out of his basketball shorts. luckily he was going commando, so it doesn't take long for him to take his cock out. at SOME point throughout their conversation, he's apparently managed to get hard. that's good though. it's going to serve him good when putting fawn in her place. sergio moves a little further down on the bed so that he can rest on top of her legs. he spreads her cheeks with one hand and then presses the tip of his cock onto her hole with the other, grabbing it by the base. “this should finally shut you up. you want to work as a whore undercover? fine, then i'll treat you like one too.” he pushes his hips forward, sliding his shaft inside of her after spitting on it.

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A normal 69? Boring.

A 69 which involves him sitting on my face while forcing too-large embarrassing objects in my holes? Perfect.

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when they reconnect, eliss is older. though none the wiser. mama used to say that if someone or something’s meant to be they’d cross your path before it was time to meet your maker. of course she’d take travis reentering her life as a sign from above. something divine and meant to be. nevermind the rumors swirling around his abrupt departure from the church. why would she bother to heed any warnings or gut feelings about becoming involved with the professor when that would risk furthering her inhibitions? when recentering him to become the pinnacle of her belief system feels more divine than repenting ever did? with both of them disconnected from their church back home, this feels even less sinful than it should. it’s much easier to grow comfortable with the devotional adoration reserved for him. eliss goes to answer, cheeks flush with the heat of humiliating arousal when the angle of his boot shifts just so. it’s enough to leave her thighs quivering while eliss tries to hold herself back from coming. her cheek is flush against his thigh, face mere centimeters away from his denim-covered cock as she clings to him, whining like a bitch heat before she can bring herself to pull away. her eyes are downcast, unable to maintain eye contact as shaky hands clasp the bottom of his shirt, stripping it off her lithe body to reveal those soft, upturn breasts. “i-i want to taste you again. while you make me feel so heavenly.” inexperienced, clumsy hands move to unbuckle his belt. a gasp cuts her off mid-action, the recently discovered sensation of a mounting orgasm leaving those soft, curves of her hips moving mindlessly. hands gently rubbing her nipples to stiffened peaks, emboldened as she chases her own pleasurable high. “i wanna try to take more of you than last time.”

if you would have told him that this was where he would have been ten years ago, he wouldn't have believed you. travis was one of the most well known priests in their small little town. he probably knew everyone that stepped foot into his church by first name and last name. then a scandal broke out, word started to spread of something UNHOLY he had been doing with one of the sisters, and he needed to leave town. he realized that he was probably blacklisted from any church that he could possible work at, so he decided to look for something else. since his studies and experiences were only in religion, there wasn't much left that he could dd. he became a professor of religious studies instead. he didn't know if someone could really step away from the cloth like that, but he had done it. now, almost even more surprising, he had reconnected with eliss and their relationship had developed into something that was far from normal. travis didn't know when it happened, but he stopped viewing her as her own person. instead, she was his pet, his plaything. even if he couldn't fully have her the way that he wanted yet. he figured that it was only a matter of time before she broke. that's why he was making her earn her spot on the couch. the older man smirked as he looked down at eliss. his ears were picking up every sound that was coming out of her. he knew that she WANTED this, even if she didn't let herself have him fully. "i knew my dumb little pump could follow command. what's the next treat that you're going to want?" his brows rose as he pegged the question. travis also shifted his foot a little bit so that the front part of it went up. he wanted to create some friction as she dry humped herself, rub the boot against her core. he'd keep on teasing her as much as he needed to. one day, he was certain that she was finally going to crack under pressure. "you look so good like that. but i want you to play with yourself even more while worshipping me. you need to get off on serving me."

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please don’t fuck my dad

At the end of the day it’s up to him

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i desire this so badly😩

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head tilts to the side, like a curious, if confused puppy trying to understand the world with limited comprehension skills. the look on his face and the tinge in his tone indicates he’s hurt, though seree might not quite grasp how that blunt, brutal honesty could sting a little when it landed, she actually seems to care enough to address someone else’s emotional state instead of dropping the subject because she doesn’t understand it. “of each other,'' she corrects him, "—i��ve known kailee since we were kids. but knowing someone and knowing of someone’s existence are two very different things. we both know that. neither of us was that interested in each other when we were stupid kids.” she nudges his shoulder before screwing the cap back on the water bottle in her hands to leave it on her nightstand. "i didn't think you'd want anything serious. not with me. hypothetically speaking, if you wanted a girlfriend, rather than a girl to fuck, i wouldn't say no. not to you. but you'd have to ask. i'm not a mind reader, fuimaono." she situates herself in his lap, bare chest pressed against his brawny torso, chin balance delicately under interwoven fingers, inquisitive eyes gazing at dakota's face. "you don't have to leave, if you'd like to stay longer. i enjoy your company. we could actually leave the bedroom for once." panic is already welling in her chest, a panic as familiar as the memories of being followed or photographed. her youth so tinged by poisonous fame she can't remember a time in her youth or adulthood where fear didn't cloud her judgment every time she thought about leaving the sanctity of her home. though this time, there's something else that accompanies the agoraphobia. a stronger, curious desire to experience more with dakota than just life between the sheets. "if you're ready to deal with whatever comes with being together, out in public. i mean."

“talking for a few weeks? seree, i've known you since we were kids.” dakota responds, bruised ego on full display. he literally hopped on a jet just to see her upon request and she couldn’t be bothered to even save his number. nevertheless, he takes her phone and obliges with her demand. to be fair, he did spend most of this time largely ignoring seree and treating her as one of his sister's many annoying friends. the two of them barely said as much of a hello in passing before he ended up inside of her for the first time. so he can’t blame her for not taking him seriously, even after he's gone out of his way to make time for her. athlete's in general have a horrific reputation for fucking around and he's sure that his own dating history doesn't do him any favors. truth be told, before today, he's never been on the receiving end of metaphorically being shoved out door. truly sucks to not have the psychological upper hand for once. can’t have his way with a woman who’s impervious to his usual manipulation tactics.

seree changes the topic and moves on so something that’s apparently more interesting than their relationship status. or rather, their lack of a relationship status. the comment about her assistant immediately catches his attention. “wait, you eat alone here, every single day?” as if he isn’t also accustomed to the gilded cage gifted to him at birth. “that’s kind of shit. i mean, don’t you get bored?” the word he’d prefer to use is lonely, but he doesn’t want to push it when she’s clearly insistent on keeping him at arms length. “but yeah, here, i think you’d like this one.” he hands her phone back and takes another look at her gorgeous physique. if she’s insistent on treating him like a hoe, he’ll oblige and do the same. their mutual experience of objectification seems to be on full display, with seree actively denying any semblance of a connection and dakota playing it off like he doesn't care. but two can play at this game. “now that i fulfilled my knightly duties and serviced the queen, do you want me to head out?” she doesn’t need to know that he ghosted all of his other flings to prioritize her. nor that he practically dropped everything to come see her.

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@DAISY.FUIMAONO stuns in new sets of photos 🌼

the malibu native celebrates 21 years around the sun with snapshots of beachside condos, hard liquor and freshly highlighted tresses. “it feels good to finally have my first drink,” she says while expertly sipping a mojito, “life is good.” she soon starts her senior year at her undergraduate program with high hopes for a career in entertainment law.

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adam and kelsey reside far away, where god's grace can no longer reach them. this is ironic as kelsey feels divinely euphoric reunited with her god. she must be high; a sane, sober kelsey would never dream of degrading herself to these lengths. she would never be blinded by a pipe dream formed off a poor excuse for a marriage proposal. there's an edge to his gentle tone that leaves her stomach doing uneasy flips. she doesn't need to peek at his face to know this; not when she's spent as much time as she has worshiping at his altar. the idea of having kids before her 30's, let alone mid 20's would've been laughable to her not so long ago. now it freezes her in her spot because kelsey can't help but find the thought of growing round with his babies and a ring around her finger titillating. cherub cheeks are flush with color, tinged red from his lewd remark. ''fuck, don't make your jokes without follow-through... i got off birth control for now, i-i wasn't planning on using it anytime soon.'' still, that type of coloring is nothing compared to the deeper flush that comes with the filth kelsey herself can't quite believe is coming out of her mouth. "breed me as many times as you want, so everyone knows i'm entirely yours. i need your cum inside me.'' kelsey has to fight the urge to hide her face again, never quite as camera shy as when she's with adam. swollen tip parts open the folds of her sweet cunt, lush lips falling open to a wet pout as a soft moan slips out. her hips buck against him, never quite daring enough to shove herself down his cock the way she truly craves. not without his explicit permission. ''i do, daddy. i want to marry you, i want to have your babies, i want to belong to you.'' throughout the entire of her admission she doesn't dare look away, truly set in the belief kesley's ensnaring him to give her an idyllic life. her childish little happily ever after. too foolishly, youthfully naive to clock she's getting manipulated out of her own hopes and dreams. her lips ghost over his, the hair on his face tickling her in a way she hadn't realized she was missing until her cunt quivers around his cock before he's even buried himself in her. ''don't you want that too?''

no matter how much time has passed since they've seen each other, it will never change how much he has trained her body to react to him. no one can ever take that away from him. his hold on her was so strong that not even her loved ones can sway her decision to be with him. and that thought alone was worth more than any prestigious awards he could ever receive in his lifetime. a sick, demented man like him only wants control and power, and with her, he had both. "you have no idea how happy i am to hear you say that, baby." his lips pressing open wet kisses along her cleavage. making sure to leave his mark on her skin. his eyes looked up at her face. the look of innocence if he has ever seen one. he could cum in his pants just at the sight of that. "oh my sweet girl..." his voice soft, but his lips curling into a sinister grin as she buried her face on his shoulder. adam caressed her head, which might translate into him being a caring boyfriend, but for him it was like claiming victory. "you saying you want to be my little wife, or something?" he asked nonchalantly, as if he wasn't just asking something as serious as marriage. "give me all the babies? i'm sure your tits will just get even bigger." he chuckled as he pressed his crotch upwards against her naked cunt. knowing what was about to happen, adam positioned the ipad he had on his table so it got a good side profile of the two of them before pressing the button to start the video. "tell me, you wanna marry me?" he asked once again, this time he pulled out his cock from beneath his boxers and pressed it against her center.

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"yeah. guess so. there isn't much they can do, other than decide if they want to be active in their grandbaby's life. so it makes sense they'd go overboard with the questioning. i don't get stage fright, didn't. i've been naked on stage. and this was the moment i almost choked." she takes a long sip of her water bottle, thankful she didn't talk herself out of taking her antianxiety before that nerve-wracking dinner. manicured fingers push her sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose, cheeks rounding out in a reserved smile before she bursts into giggles. "— i can't lie to you, one of my favorite moments of the night was explaining to your mother what a hooters is. i kind of forget... no... not forget. that's not it," lexi struggles to find the words, pausing to think things through before she can continue. "it's hard to conceptualize how different our lives really are until the examples are glaring right at us." she used to think that was a bad thing. perhaps in certain situations, their differences don't necessarily help them see things from each other's point of view. now, it's just another strange facet of their relationship. "kodi seemed really happy though." really loved. ultimately, all she wanted was for her son to be greeted with warmth and respect. dakota's family had certainly seemed enamored with their son by the night's end.

the corners of her lips pull upwards in a soft smile upon hearing his attempt to cheer her up. she reaches out for his hand, squeezing before pulling it closer against her body. "shame on them, then. if they're really disappointed in you. i'm proud of the man you are. maybe we didn't build our little family the way most folks do. then again, i bet most families have messier starts than they let on. hopefully, they're just on the defensive because they love you and want to look out for you. i will say this... the food they served was delicious."

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“well, i think that went … the best it possibly could,” dakota expressed, finally breaking the silence after about twenty minutes of it. they were on their way home from his parent’s estate in the hollywood hills. he begged the them not to turn their dining area into an interrogation room. but of course, they didn’t listen and badgered lexi about her intentions, work history, how they met and what their co-parenting situation has looked like. he already told them the context of their first meeting (minus the details of how he basically begged for a lap dance) so they could at least keep their shock at bay around lexi. the redhead held her own relatively well, all things considered.

introducing her to his parents would be a shit-show no matter how much time he gave her to prepare. they barely liked anyone that he’s ever associated with, let alone an “outsider who has little to no experience with someone of his status.” their words, not his. he made sure to pull both them aside at the end to assert that regardless of how they feel, lexi was a part of his life until she chose not to be, and he would not allow them to make her feel unwelcome in the family home. neither reacted strongly, but dakota swore he saw a flicker of pride in their faces.

at least kodi was entertaining himself with his own feet in the backseat, cherub face lit up with amusement. thank god he was around to break up the tension throughout the night. kailee was more than pleased to be off to the side with the toddler, endlessly gushing about his adorable face and nearly toothless grin. nobody could deny his paternity at this point. the child had lexi’s fiery red locks, green eyes and fair complexion, but the rest of his face was a copy-paste of his father’s, and by proxy, his grandfather. “if it helps at all, they’re more disappointed in me than they’ll ever be in you. and in their own fucked-up logic, they probably think that if you can’t handle them asking personal questions, then you’re not meant for my lifestyle at all.” super infantilizing. made him irate.“they’ll … come around. at some point. and if they don’t who gives a fuck? you’re the mother of my child i’m not letting anyone make you feel like you don’t belong with me.”

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the heady scent of sex still pervades the patrol car. nicky could have the plausible deniability that her whimpers stem from discomfort and fear, if and only if her own arousal wasn't a dead giveaway. the heat of arousal flushing her cheeks and neck under sunkissed skin. the darkened patch on her trousers grows despite how the sergeant manhandles her into the back.

"stop it, please!" he makes quick work of her shirt like he's done to so many others before, exposing ample cleavage contained in a classic, lacy black bra. she aches just at the thought of taking him all over again. despite those curves, those wideset hips. nicole's not built to accommodate anyone's knot. much less sargent kent.

and as miserable as it might make her, nicky still finds herself turned on by the rough hands pawing at her breasts. the tears pooling in her eyes. afraid and aroused while kent pressed his clothed erection against the sniffling creature. "i hate you!" that much was true, at least.

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“Shut your mouth you beta-fucking-bitch, I’m so tired of the whimpering you do every time I pull some set of omega holes over.” Sergeant Kent shoved the body of his ride along partner, a normally docile little thing, into the back seat of his patrol car.

“I am so tired of it!” Both of his hands fueled with aggression, ripped the ends of her blouse apart, flinging the half dozen buttons all over the seats, adding to the ones already wedged in various unseen places of the vehicle. “You can’t just bite your tongue and watch me mark these Omega whores in silence, you’ve got to whimper just like one and make my car stink with your needy whore heat.” It isn’t the first time he’s forced himself onto Nicole, when she first got assigned to work with him, he had to let her know she was really working under him in more than the literal sense.

“I’ll knot you for as long as it takes for you to shut up.” He groped her tits savagely, and the unsavory feeling of him grinding his slacks against her uniform. He knew she was drenched under there, she reeked of need, and he wanted her to get a feeling of the bulge he’d violated her with several times before.

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nadia's tight little hole is already drooly with need by the time the pads of their fingertips tease the full outer lips of her cunt. she's a vulgar sight for sore eyes; bent over the kitchen sink, interrupted as she's finishing the dishes. her skirt is hiked up to her hips, thong around her ankles. easier access for them to stretch her out with two fingers; thick digits scissoring inside her as they draw out soft pleasurable gasps. they've got her right on the precipice of pleasure, as evidenced by the tightness of her walls and the slick arousal leaking down to paint the skin between her thighs. so lost in her own pursuit of gratification she misses the fair only warning that comes before they're lining up the neck of the wine bottle they enjoyed over dinner together against her leaking entrance to fuck her with it like she's some common whore. "no, no, no! look, i- uhm," she stammers through the nonsensical portion of her sentence before finding enough coherence to pull together the entire thought by the end, "listen, that won't fit in there!" already panicking, well ahead of the flared bit of the wine bottle.

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nadia feels as if she's stepped on a livewire. every nerve in her body lit up, electrified with excitement once she's had a few hits of whatever potent strain of weed they packed a bowl of. sat in their lap, they're quick to strip her down. claiming that she felt too warm to keep the layers on. she's comfortable naked, yet can't help the shivers coursing through her body while their hands roam her body. they're painstakingly taking their time exploring her; fingertips trace her thighs, her tummy, hands settling on nadia's thighs to give them a gentle squeeze. when they finally near her core her breath is shaky, evident in the soft, impatient whine that comes before finally, FINALLY their fingers go from teasing her folds to teasing that dripping, achy bundle of nerves just begging to be touched. expert fingers trace circles around her clit, pausing only to gather the glistening arousal seeping from her hole and draw it back up to her swollen clit after toying with her quivering hole. the tip of their finger teasing nadia's cunt with the promise of a finger fuck. that's embarrassing; how easily she comes from simple foreplay. once, twice. or it would be humiliating if nadia was sober. they haven't even fucked her, though when they finally push two fingers inside they leave nadia wondering if she's going to tap out sooner than later after only a few pumps of their fingers. her swollen clit veering towards soreness. a hot, overwhelming pressure blooms at the base of her belly. a pleasurable coil tightening more and more as they continued that delicious torture. "ahhh —- i don't know if i can keep going.... mmhn, i'm so sensitive..."

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"i can be a better daughter than her. i know you know that." never mind that nadia has little to no experience with the cookie-cutter father-daughter relationship. perhaps that's why she finds it so easy to further pervert their bond. as if he was innocent in the first place. she wouldn't have pursued such a controversial conversation topic if she hadn't been sure of the leering. the hugs and otherwise innocent displays of affection that lingered just a tad too long. nadia hikes up the hemline of her dress, further bearing the pale skin of her thighs as she kneels before him. a peek of her damp, lacy thong peering out from between the apex of her legs. "don't you think you deserve this? would your wife let you do half the things i want you to do to me? i'm already wet for you. but that's not surprising, i made myself come SO many times before i actually came here," a pause, she has to stifle the laughter that wants to bubble out of her after making that stupid pun. still, she's quick to move on. "all from imagining all the different ways you could fuck me stupid."

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nadia might've had an easier time navigating the dark, dense backwoods she darts into behind the strip club. if it weren't for the thick, golden oil inside her weed pen... and the couple of hits she inhaled and exhaled before their chase guaranteeing her precarious situation exploded with added peril. usually, the very air around her seems more mellow when the cloudy daze of her high hits. tonight, she's experiencing the worst high of her life. she darts around the woods with little sense of direction, feet unsteady and aching after finishing a shift at the club. her ears felt stuffy, as if she were underwater and couldn't clear them. and her racing heart felt as if it would burst out of her chest before she could remind her lungs to breathe. her breathing shifting from an automatic thing to something purely mechanical. another thing to fear, until they finally catch nadia and every other fear is forgotten next to the terror of losing the chase. pressed against a mossy tree, the scent of wet earth fills her nose as they trap her with her back pressed snug against the other's chest "i'm going to fucking kill you if you let me live." bold of her, to snarl something so vicious while severely lacking the upper hand.