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she's at her PRETTIEST when she's beneath me, logan thought while his hips began to fuck her throat against the couch. the slobber that drips down his balls feels EUPHORIC. it tingles as he slaps his sack against her chin with each push. his fist grips her hair like it's the leash keeping her tugged towards him. "you're such a good fucking whore... a good RAG for daddy." he uses her own terminology to praise her. having her call herself a rag is one of the many reasons she's become his favorite student.

dark pupils can't pull off of her dumb puppy face. a mess of spit bubbles and precum wash over the little slut's face like she's his CANVAS to ruin. "aren't i the fucking best? letting my bitch sit there and get my cock without having to move a muscle?" he demeans, while pumping even more. her slick tongue and wet lips keep him gliding in and out of her face cunt.

she makes him feel like a fucking MAN when she lays there. there's not much she has to do other than let him use her. and he's perfectly fine with that. his body overpowers hers—if she starts to lose her breath, there's nothing she can do against him. he feels POWERFUL with each thrust and degrading word thrown her way. she's the perfect girl. submissive, needy, and slutty—and only for him. 

"this hole is MINE." he pants from the extreme movements. "MY dumb face rag... MY stupid little slut... YOU belong to ME."

degradation is greeted with a muffled moan, a squeezing of those warm eyes and a spasm of her cunt. when he uses her like this cecilia forgets EVERYTHING, it's just her and logan --- his dick stretching and bruising the fragile column of her throat as he thrusts herself down on to him over and over again. the makeup she'd so perfectly applied that morning is now almost in ruins, mascara tinged tears forming on her lash line and lipstick smeared across his cock. but it's all about wrapping herself up nicely for her man, appearing like a gift he can't wait to unwrap and play with.

she's sure that her throat will be sore once he's finished, a pain akin to a bad flu rendering her voice deeper than normal. she relishes the BURN of it, how speaking after he's done fucking her face is a struggle, how it aches. cecilia's shoulders jump as he shoves himself down further, testing her and her ability to breathe. inhaling steadily through her nose and exhaling slowly she manages to remain alert, absorbing every word that her daddy tosses down to her. loud gasp comes as he removes his dick from her throat, cheeks flushing crimson as drool drips from those swollen lips. "f — fuck daddy", it's euphoric, the feeling of doing a good job. of being the perfect set of holes for logan to fill up. "mm, EXTRA pretty when you use me like a rag", voice dips, husky from the abuse as he slaps his cock against her skin, strings of saliva and pre-cum sticking to her flushed face.

when he spits at her it's unexpected, cecilia pathetically jumps as that wet glob of saliva lands on her lips and nose. immediately her clit pulses, a low whine escaping as she pokes her tongue out to lick it up. she hopes he does it again, marking his property with every bodily fluid he has for her. she's eager to move for him, to press her back against the couch and stare up at him, spit and milky liquid coating her skin as she opens her mouth wide, tongue lewdly lolling out.

the new position allows logan's fat prick to glide into her stretched out mouth, her hands tightening against her spit slick thighs as she gurgles, swallowing down her OWN saliva before forcing some back up to lubricate his ever moving cock.

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with each suck, he can feel the stream of milk gently pull into his mouth and coat his tongue. it's soft and gentle. the taste alone sends pleasure straight down to his COCK, which grows rock hard under her weight. "my body..." the male muses, loving how she gives him claim over her body—going as far as ALTERING her tits for him. lance speaks with a slight slur, maybe from the sleepiness or it's from the daze of finally tasting daphne's MILK. Either way, he's barely able to focus on much more than sucking and holding her body as close as possible.

if he could meld their forms together, he would—as long as he could feel the sexual energy between them still. "they're so swollen, baby... it looks painful." a smirk sneaks onto his lips as he finally looks up at her, giving her tit a moment. he LIKES the idea of something causing her pain—especially if it's for him. no one is really sure why, but daphne taking pain always seemed to put lance in a better mood, as long as the pain was for or from him. it's made obvious by the MARKS he's always leaving her. slapping, choking, and manhandling were all parts of their LOVE. 

"you need your big STRONG husband to suck out all the milk, don't you?" he pouts playfully. his voice is slightly pitched up now—woefully adorable in his cute couple-talk. "i need you to cockwarm me while i suck... i think i might actually fucking cum from sucking your tits." he warns her, moaning as he watches more beads of precious milk form on her nub.

lance suddenly LICKS and sucks—refusing to waste any drop of milk. "i love you too, baby... so so fucking much." he tells her, shifting so he can pull his shorts off from under her, begging her to let him INSIDE. 

when lance was happy it made daphne happy. it was such a SIMPLE concept to grasp and yet so many of her friends just didn't — they seen the bruises on her skin and assumed she was hurting, or they heard the way he spoke to her and believed he was being MEAN. they just didn't understand. their marriage was special, it was unique and it made daphne's heart almost explode every time she thought about it. he'd always loved her breasts, sucking on her nipples was a comfort for her busy husband, so why shouldn't she add a little something extra to the experience?

"and i missed you too, daddy. i was just a little busy and you needed your nap time", because being well rested was important for such an important man. "of course i did! the doctor told me it might not work but i wanted to try anyways and LOOK! they're so swollen and sore, daddy." lips glossed to their limit push outward into a rather cute pout, those milky tits screaming for lance's attention. "i know", beams at the praise, flipping those curled blonde locks over one bare shoulder as she eases up on to the bed, legs on either side of his. "o — OH that's good baby", shivers run through her frame as he touches her tits, hues almost rolling from the intensity of the pleasure.

"that's it, baby. have a taste, you must be so thirsty from your nap too, hm? i heard you had a rough morning too . . . " fingers thread themselves through his dark hair, ruffled from his sleep. god he was so handsome. "made it all just for YOU. your milk and your body." it felt amazing, those warm and eager lips circling around her aching nipple, the slight pressure that came from his mouth as he drew out her milk.

there was no room for shame in their relationship, what they enjoyed they enjoyed and it was just that straight forward for daphne. her husband wanted to suckle and nurse from her heaving tits and that's EXACTLY what he would do. petite femme allows him to set the pace, merely humming in pleasure as he takes his time to savour the moment --- to adjust to her latest surprise. "s'good, daddy", teeth nip at the corner of her bottom lip, core beginning to pulse as he sucks her milk from the source. "i love you, lance. i love you so much." it's an unusually TENDER moment for the pair, a gentle sort of intimacy that doesn't normally happen between them. leaning down she presses a soft kiss to his forehead, breathing in his masculine scent as she strokes his hair away from his face.

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bruce loves how she talks about him. as a prince it isn't hard to find people who want to PRAISE him. but it's different coming from the pet; she isn't simply praising him, this is complete and total WORSHIP. he smiles and hums, nodding in response. "that is what you are... babygirl, you're so smart." bruce groans and moans as the other finger STRETCHES him out more. it's starting to hurt a little... but he loves it. he figured most men wouldn't be willing to take this kind of pain. most men aren't as masculine as the one who takes command of a woman and turns her to his pet.

picking out her outfits sounds AMAZING. truthfully the only criticism he'd ever had of evie was that she never quite dressed as skimpy as he'd like. what bruce wanted was his personal whore to be not just easy to ACCESS, but easy to see. he wants her asshole exposed, tits out constantly, and her pussy only shrouded by the smallest of skirts. "i can do that... i'll even make all your meals for you. you'd be a real life pet, evie..." bruce moans before feeling his cock SHIVER when her fingers hit a certain point inside of him. his hand reaches forward, grabbing her wrist to keep her still while his cock unloads some CUM onto her face and into her mouth. 

"oh—holy shit..." after a second, he lets go of her wrist and leans back down onto the bed. he isn't sure how many times he's cum already—but his loads have gotten lesser than normal. his body feels EMPTY but obviously he's still in desperate need of her help. even through these feelings, his cock is rock hard and he feels more precum spill with the sensations her fingers give his asshole.

his eyes watch her, still very IMPRESSED with how much she loves taking care of him. "my little pup's cunt is weeping." bruce teases. "do you want to sit of master's face so i can make you feel all better?"

while evangeline hadn't HATED life before bruce, she couldn't envision her life without him now she's been lucky enough to experience him. he exuded power, so regal as he lay down on his luxurious bed, hard cock leaking and balls fit to burst as if she hasn't milked him dry numerous times already. it's like living in a dream, blissful and utterly IGNORANT to the world outside these four walls. "you like that, master? it's so tight . . . i think i should try and loosen it up for you?" digit teasingly wiggles as it pushes further inside, something she's never done with another man before — because apparently that wasn't what REAL man enjoyed . . . bullshit. bruce was the most masculine man she'd ever laid eyes on.

"that's what you are, aren't you? my master . . . i serve you in every way i can and i LOVE it." isn't even aware of how much time she's spent buried beneath his cock, slobbering over his balls and probing at his ass. she could do it forever and never once complain. the taste of him across her tongue is addictive, her empty cunt weeping on to the sheets below her body.

"mm . . . " stomach flips at his words, at how she isn't simply making up their connection in her head. bruce could have ANY woman he wanted, all he needed to do was snap his fingers and they'd drop to their knees — but it's HER who's currently pleasuring him, tempting him. "i don't want to pick my own outfits though, can you do it for me, master?" those wide hues plead toward him as his precum coats her plush lips, swollen from spending so much time tending to him.

watching him recline in euphoria is a masterpiece, muscular body stretching, biceps heaving and abdomen trembling. it's almost enough to get her off, rutting down against the sheets to ease the pressure and ache. "s'fucking delicious, master." mouth suctions around his drooling head, another finger slowly pushing itself into his little asshole. god he's so handsome, so PERFECT. evie can't be anything other than utterly in love with hm.

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it is NICE to hear her smile. vincent wasn't an evil man, he was just a smart one. he knows the kind of girl carmen is—and he knows she'll feel better if she EARNS his affection instead of him just handing it out. it's what's best for their RELATIONSHIP. "mmm... i love all those ideas, princess. you'd look so good with GIANT tits and fatter lips." just imagining her as his real life barbie made it easier to empty the waterfall of semen onto her hair. 

for good measure, he keeps stroking—emptying EVERYTHING onto her head. it even surprises him, how SEXY it is to cum on her hair. vincent figured he's old fashioned, thinking that cumming on a girl's tits, face, or ass, was the ultimate form of MARKING a slut. carmen's big idea gives him a whole new level of degradation that he wasn't sure was possible. "i think if we do all that... and keep you here twenty-four-seven, then you'll dumb down a little more and be even BETTER as a toy. doesn't that sound like a good idea?"

her hair tangles against his meat stick, while he wipes it across the strands. his balls are finally DRAINED and he smiles proudly at his work. "you've done such a good job, i think you've earned this..." vincent's hand pulls her head upwards and he wipes his cum-stained cock over her face. "use your face to wipe me up. " her boss instructs. "and i'll tell you what... after this, if you clean me off real well, we can shower together."

carmen can't stop the frown that forms at his words and the way he looks upon her, as if there's something not quite RIGHT with her. "but i can be right for you, sir. what do you want me to do? do you think i need bigger tits? bigger lips?" because this deep in she'll agree to anything, anything that will make vincent look at her and deem her worthy of touching his cock, of riding it and feeling that sticky seed release inside of her. carmen had always believed she was pretty, boys always commented on her body and lips in high school --- especially when they were playing with her in their cars. but vincent was different, he was a MAN.

"really? r — really? you'll let me do that?" hues widen until they begin to burn, shock soon fading to happiness as she giggles in pure DELIGHT. "please, please, please i'll do whatever content you want!" all he needs to do is state it and she'll oblige, video herself doing those cutesy acts he seems to desire from her. petulant pout graces her mouth as he pushes her hand away, she'd barely even gotten to FEEL him and it was over. taste of his ass still coats her tongue as she places her hands palm down on her thighs, waiting for that cum to paint her body. or hair in this case.

what he's saying sounds surreal, everything she's wanted suddenly being handed to her — a chance to prove herself. "yes, yes sir please . . . please let me show you how good i can be. i'll make you SO MUCH money, i'll be the best girl you've ever had." those wet slaps against her cheek make her squirm, that hard hold on her locks burning as he directs her to look down at the floor.

carmen knows what's coming, but she's slightly distracted by his words, the proposition that lights her up inside. "i'll live her as long as you want me, sir. i'll film as often as you want me to, i'll use whatever toys you like." life back at the trailer park was bland, pointless and depressing. this was where she BELONGS, by vincent's side, his star girl. "a — abuse me?" she so desperately wants to glance up, yet refrains and stays still. "would you leave you cum inside me, sir? i'd like that . . . playing when i'm sleeping, when i can't do anything but let you TAKE me." maybe he'd slip something in her drink or food? ensure she's extra pliant and stupid.

body jolts as his cum begins to coat her hair, gluey strands coating her otherwise shiny hair. carmen can't really feel it, but it's a step forward no matter what and so she moans, purring as he grunts above her. "e — empty your balls on me, sir. rub it into my h — hair."

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it's not news that lance likes to objectify his wife. sometimes he hardly treats her like a person—simply an object of his affection and LUST. but it was strikingly obvious that his eyes could not look up to hers as she spoke. her swollen tits were far too distracting. they were bigger than a simple bra or top could provide—no, they definitely GREW. "it's okay, baby... i just missed you." the irate man softens into the HORNY husband—words sweet and needy instead of harsh and demanding. 

lance nods and takes in everything she says. he feels like he's DREAMING. "you did this for us? oh, baby..." the mob boss practically swoons. daphne seems to do everything right, but this has taken things to a whole new level. this was PERFECTION. brought to attention with his eyes unable to leave her chest and his hands pulling her closer to him on the bed.

"oh my GOD." his eyes flicker up to hers, finally, as if to tell her that he's never been PROUDER of her. when her tit is out, he looks back down and bites his lip. "this is... holy shit, baby... you're the best fucking wife ever." his hands reach up and cup her breasts. he touches her with the SOFTEST touch he's ever given—as if her tits were somehow more fragile now. lance's thumb brushes over the nipple to feel the milk on the pad of the digit—still in disbelief when he feels the warm droplet on his skin. 

her husband sinks into the bed, pulling her body with him and making sure she straddles his legs before pulling her in as close as possible. once her chest is in his face, he slowly lowers his lips towards her nipple. he softly licks the nub a couple times, which causes him to BLUSH when the bittersweet taste of her tit milk blesses his tongue. it's almost EMBARASSING how much he likes it... but something about that makes it all the better.

after a couple licks, he begins surrounding the nipple with his lips and sucking softly. liquid begins squirting into his mouth with every soft suck—not enough to be a drink, but he's also not necessarily sucking as HARD as he usually does. everything, from how he holds her close to how he sucks her tits, is so sweet and soft. he's never trated her this gently—usually opting for the slapping and choking that he loves so dearly. for the first time, he's CAREFUL. it's like she's a new toy that he doesn't want to ruin just yet.

she hadn't been sure it would WORK, taking those pills every day without fail in the hope that somehow the concoction of drugs would mesh with her body in a way that produced the milk she so desperately wanted to give her husband. but in the event it didn't work she had kept it to herself, a little secret that would make lance so HAPPY if it turned out as she prayed it would.

when he stormed home from work on that particular day daphne had been in the master bathroom, admiring her changing frame, the heaviness to her breasts and the ache that seemed to be constantly present in the last few days — she needed to be milked. god it was THRILLING to finally accept it, to realise that the medication had done it's job and given her what normally only pregnancy could. phone vibrates on the marble counter, a quick glance down informing the femme that her devoted and perfect husband was awake and unknowingly waiting for her surprise. she's giddy, skipping down the hallway and passing staff with a beaming smile on her face.

"sorry daddy i thought you were still napping", enters and shuts their bedroom door with a soft snick, turning to face her man fully. the outfit had been worn to emphasise her new assets, the tightest dress in her wardrobe with the most plunging neckline. it was practically a crime to call it a dress due to the length and yet she proudly wore it through their home, aching tits almost BURSTING through the pink fabric. "hm?" she can barely contain her excitement, a hand moving to grope at one milk filled tit. "i wanted it to be a surprise, daddy. that's why i've been out so much recently, i've been at the doctor and . . . and they have the most AMAZING medication! little red pills that've done all this for me — for us."

bare feet pad to the large bed, at his side in a moment with her bright blue hues gleaming. "she said there was a chance it wouldn't work, some science type of thing", she simply waves that away now, "but it worked! look daddy, they're PERFECT aren't they? and gosh . . . they're so sore, i think you need to help me milk them daddy." teeth nip at her bottom lip, manicured nails reaching up to tug down the thin strap of her dress, exposing one heaving breast, nipple reddened and swollen with the tiniest drop of milk clinging to the hardened bud. "oh! oh LOOK daddy, look it's starting."

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the crowd surrounding them boosts the EGO that logan has grown ever since they've begun dating. he SLAPS her cute ass and grabs her cheeks to spread them so he can watch how his cock pushes into her cute asshole. the more he pumps, the more violent the actions get. her words egg him on and he groans with her words. "lucky fucking bitch—gets to be daddy's OBSESSION." he spits out like venom, though he knows it's truly the best PRAISE he can give a dumb toy like her. it's all she wants, right? she was always a spoiled little bitch, needing validation from a strong man—now he's made it so she only seeks his validation.

"she's gonna have my fucking babies... she's practically BEGS me every fucking minute." now speaking to the audience, wanting to further ruin her reputation. maybe she's EARNING some points—definitely gaining adoration from some of the men on campus. some girls seem intrigued, but those with boyfriends look disgusted.

"show them your dumb fucking face... how STUPID you are when daddy's around..." hands reach forward to clasp around her neck, from behind. they wrap around her slender throat and his fingers CLENCH in to stop her from breathing. it's literally out of a movie—with the bonus ghostface mask that logan has on. "she's such a fucking slut..." his words were harsh and raspy. "after i took advantage of her the first night—she THANKED me and i couldn't get rid of her."

he retells the story of their love like it's rehearsed. in some ways it was; logan liked telling the story of how he took advantage of a young girl in a bar, to his friends (a white lie hiding the fact that they were in his CLASSROOM). the male often complains about how clingy she is, in that way most tv husbands do about their fictional wives—though secretly he LOVED her more than life itself.

but that love came with his love language—torture. he fucks her like she's an object, no longer a woman with aspirations or a college girl; she's his fucking object to use.

cecilia COULD blame the alcohol for how easily she's bent over that couch, tiny skirt of her costume flipped upwards and her tight ass abused by logan's fat dick — but she knows it's a lie, even sober she would have agreed, every desire he had was always shared with her. especially when it involved degrading her, cracking her brain and then reshaping it. mouth gapes wide as his balls smack against her soft skin, as the pain mingles with pleasure and cecilia is left a writhing mess for everyone to witness. unlike logan there's no HIDING just who she is, makeup can only go so far and her words might be slurred but they're so obviously in her voice.

"that's all i wanna be", femme pleads, gosh, what she would do to be his ONLY girl. his only cum dump, the only woman he uses up. she's shameless in her motions, hands grasping the back of the couch are used to anchor her as she ruts herself back against her daddy, hips swivelling to inch more of that swollen cock into her pulsing ass. "fucking slut! n — nasty dumb slut for da — daddy", she sing-songs, giggling in the midst of rocking back against him. it's FREEING, logan being able to use her in public, to have everyone know that she's no longer interested in being top of the class nor moving on to a high flying job once college is finished — this is what she NEEDS.

"breed me daddy, oh daddy pl — please breed me. i wanna have your baby so bad", it's practically a cry, she wants it so desperately. to become swollen with logan's child, tits growing and cunt constantly aching for his prick. the music is all but gone now, a faint whisper as the sound of their FRANTIC sex fill the space. cecilia knows they're being filmed, even spots a football team member inching closer to get a clear view of her flushed face. "dumb bitch, dumb stupid slut . . . " it's a delirious chant, pussy dripping and creamy as they fornicate for a captive audience.

his taunting only makes cecilia more determined, flipping her head back and sending those sweet curls flying down her back. "i LOVE when daddy uses me, when he . . . when he fills me up! i wanna be daddy's fuck toy forever!" the room is spinning, a combination of rum and good dick, femme panting like a bitch in heat as her pussy squeezes around absolutely nothing at all. "c — choke me daddy, f — fucking abuse me!"

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arthur knew they'd always end up like this. maybe it was genetic, but there's always been an underlying TENSION between them. they were the siblings that were always so close, yet always seemed to argue—at first he figured it was because they didn't see eye to eye. she was the rebellious one and he was the FAVORITE. but, in reality, their friction was only caused because of the world not understanding that their love wasn't simply FAMILIAL. that kind of confusion would only create pressure that is in dire need of BURSTING.

"don't be jealous, sis... mom knew i always wanted YOU." her pussy was SOPPING under his gentle circles and teasing. it was so fucking sexy to feel the WATERFALL of fluids that was her cunt. "i love you MORE." he promises, pushing three fingers into her cunt to prove himself. "ever since we were old enough, i couldn't get my eyes off your pretty body... it's like you were made for me." his fingers stretch her out as he pumps in and out of her. "your cunt even feels like it's CALLING for me."

"before and after your chores... your big brother needs his holes always." arthur leans in to kiss her again while he fingers her. after a moment, he pulls back only enough so that their lips are only centimeters away. "say THANK YOU." her brother instructs. "i'm gonna make you a good girl... say thank you for fingering you like a WHORE." he speeds up his fingers a little—not too fast, but rnough to get a rhythm going.

"you're gross because you like being ABUSED." arthur explains. "you haven't stopped me because you're a filthy family slut... mom and dad would've never guessed you'd be the perfect HOUSEWIFE. all you needed was your big brother to put you in your place." 

this was meant to be iris' clean BREAK. attempting to leave her old self behind, the one that got a high from pushing her parents, sleeping around and stirring up trouble. arthur was supposed to help, the responsible older brother that iris had always adored — even when she knew that adoration was turning in to something more. "ugh . . . arthur", it was impossible to push him away from her, not when his body was so hard and warm against her own, lips burning her skin and making her clit pulse.

"WHAT? m — mom?" her brain breaks, a dumb blink of her eyes as she attempts to process while he toys with her. "you . . . you and mom?" god, their family really was messed up. iris had felt awful for so long upon realising that she CRAVED the men in her family, her brother and her father, even her uncle too when he visited. she'd been disgusted with herself as she got off to the thought of them ganging up on her, pining her small body down and filling her holes. "i l — love you arthur, you know i do." femme shudders as their lips meet, hot skin touching and her heart thudding. "don't you think this is wrong?" eyes roll ever so slightly as he finally touches her swollen bundle of nerves, hips pushing against him on instinct.

"you have?" those warm eyes become impossibly huge as she contemplates it, allowing herself to indulge in the sick fantasy. "would i take you before or after my other chores?" a subtle tease, a glimpse of iris before he had begun all of this. "oh my g — " throat tightens as he rubs over her clit, chest heaving. "you fucked mom and you're calling ME gross?"

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SABRINA  CARPENTER on  The  Late  Show  with  Stephen  Colbert

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starter for @silkties!

the afternoon air swims through the open window as the almost naked man lays in his comfy luxury bed. his muscular frame finally relaxing after a harsh morning of meetings—half LEGAL, the other half not so much. the mix between the legal circulation of his funds and the money earned through his mob team of associates was always a stressful bridge to cross. his stress levels were so high that many of his men were worried when daphne was no where to be seen. not knowing where his wife was at all times almost had him KILL a man, from frustration.

the nap itself proved unfruitful. lance lay in the silk sheets, trying his best to ease his body—but his muscles didn't seem to ease up. at this point, he isn't sure if he's stressed because of work or because he needs his WIFE. it doesn't help that lance isn't typically the type to take naps. mob bosses CEOs tend to have busy lives and don't really get the time to slip away and rest their eyes.

he could always check her location—he makes sure to keep tabs on her always. but instead he texts his DEMANDS: "get your tits here now" and "daddy needs his fucking handjob". it's obvious he's getting irritable. this always happened after he was VIOLENT or surrounded in work. sometimes he was both. 

when the door to their bedroom finally clicks open, he groans in AGONY. "there you are..." he speaks, keeping his eyes closed as he lays in bed, trying to collect his thoughts. "where the fuck have you been? i swear, we need a new rule where you ask PERMISSION to leave." eyes finally opening as he sits up in the bed. suddenly his eyes drop to her chest and his jaw practically falls off his head as he sees her. "holy... daphne... your tits are BIGGER. holy fuck, they look SWOLLEN." lance is drooling now, barely able to keep himself from reaching out and begging for her to be closer. 

the angry, frustrated, man is now replaced with the NEEDY husband—as he so often switches between. "what happened..?" he asks, though he's trying his best to subdue his EXCITEMENT.

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RACHEL ZEGLER behind the scenes of The Puppy Interview for North Shore Animal League America

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ARIANA GRANDE as GALINDA UPLAND in WICKED: PART 1 (2024)

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logan is RAMMING into her asshole. their skin makes slapping noises that can be heard over the music that's being turned down. each movement is violent and carnal. he's not just fucking her—he's proving that her body is his. the eyes around them cause him to feel possessive; every guy filming them would have to pay. his hands SQUEEZE and tease her ass cheeks, making sure the heart shaped butt is perfectly visible to anyones camera. "just you. you can be daddy's ONLY slut, princess."

"i'll give you a baby if you're just like this, beautiful... a little dumb slut who rides daddy's cock like a good girl." he smiles, pausing his movements just to see how much she's pushing back into him. eyes scan the room to see all the people watching. mostly men are CURIOUS about the preppy cecilia being TAMED by her boyfriend. some were girls who either wanted to fuck cecilia or BE cecilia. it was always his favorite thing about her—she was the hot girl on campus. logan knew she had to be his.

his cock has just enough lubrication to glide easily through her ass, with little restriction. any friction serves as pleasure to him as his THICK rocket pushes in and out of the whore. he moans PROUDLY, moving his hips once again. the movements are faster and faster, wanting to fuck her so roughly that her brain RATTLES in her skull, hopefully knocking her out so he can fuck the drunken doll while she's blacked out.

"such a tight, dumb bitch..." logan groans, thrusting into her asshole like he needs it to survive. he loves seeing her like this—drunk on the alcohol or his love. the flashing lights turn him on too. there's something so sexy about RUINING cecilia's reputation. he knows she would've thrown it all away for him anyways, but he likes the video proof that it's him ABUSING her, at a party, that'll send vibrations through the student poplation. "good for nothing but being my cock sleeve, right? isn't that what you want, baby? tell them..."

as far as cecilia was concerned, if logan decided to spread her legs while she was passed out tonight then it only meant more satisfaction for him, more praise for HER. "i bet i'm so tight when i'm sleeping too, daddy. extra warm and snug for you to play with", it's twisted, how she eagerly gulps down her drink in hopes that he'll do as he says, uses her up while she's too intoxicated to do anything but lie there and take it.

to be loved by logan was cecilia's newly formed DREAM. to have carved herself a place in his heart, to mean something special to him. her heart hammers from his admission, giddy in his hold and even more pliant . . . if such a thing was possible. "j —just me, daddy?" god, she would give him everything she had to keep him speaking like this, promising exclusivity and adoration, love and devotion. thighs tremble as he stuffs her weeping cunt to the brim, legs splayed apart to give anyone who happens to glance over a very salacious view. a filthy show that no doubt would be whispered across campus tomorrow. cecilia matthews --- the campus SLUT.

"yes daddy! god yes, please take me right here. i don't wanna wait, i can't wait." he was granted anonymity tonight, a chance for the couple to indulge in the nastiest of desires without having to hide any of it. consumed alcohol leaves a pleasant buzz in her head, a lightness that resorts in a surprised giggle when he shifts their position, cecilia's small hands grasping the top of the couch.

hues flutter as he spanks her peachy behind, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in her ears. "fuck!" the sting feels good, goes straight to her clit and makes her shiver. a glance behind her reveals the crowd that has begun to gather, a few lit up phone screens telling cecilia that NONE of this is going to remain a secret. pressure of his dick against her puckered hole has the femme writhing, pushing back toward him. "i'm d — daddy's whore", she announces, voice loud and proud, alcohol causing the end of her announcement to drag, "i'm his filthy fucking cum whore!" her shout gets a few rounds of laughter, a few loud jeers and the music turned down a notch or two.

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this was a new milestone for them—her hand on his cock. her soft touches and the way she speaks sends a SHIVER down his spine. she's almost too innocent. he isn't sure if that's how she is, or if that's the bubble he's pushed her into; maybe she's like this because he FORCES this dumb, dutiful, and needy, side out of her. he'd never admit it, but he LOVES her like this. to her face he acts like he's JUDGING her. "hmm... i do like staring at your cute ass... you have such a pretty body—but i'm just not sure you're the right girl for me..."

the tip of his cock is already LEAKING with cum. it's a mix of her voice, her touch, and the work that the fleshlight put into making his balls GROW with need—the sack filled with cum that was ready to unload all over the precious girl. "maybe we should start a new little account for you..." vincent muses. "something cute... you can do cute videos for me, knowing i'll watch them all... show me how GOOD your pussy and asshole can be." he takes her hand off his cock now, exchanging it with his hand so he can jerk off in her face.

it's much worse, not having her touch him, but he knows it's IMPORTANT to her development as his woman. his fist makes NASTY sounds on his cock, squelching with each stroke due to the excess lube and cum. "maybe we'll get some subscribers and donations... if you earn enough, for me, maybe then you could be my girl..." he takes her head and pulls her face in close—showcasing what she could earn by slapping her DUMB face with his shaft. a few love taps are all she gets before he pushes her head down so the top of her scalp is showing.

he hair is somewhat nice, other than the fact that it's a mess from his grip and teasing. "you'd have to work for me full time though... i'd let you use the spare bedroom to film... maybe you could live here for a while." vincent found himself getting GREEDY—what kind of sane person would throw their life away to be a porn-slut for an obsessive porn director? "if you lived here... maybe you'd get lucky and i'd sneak in one night and ABUSE you." the thought alone sent another SHIVER down his spine and eventually made him blow his load.

sloppy lobs of cum splatter out of his tip and onto her hair, making her head a sticky mess. it's not quite as pretty as a face shot, but it's just as SATISFYING. 

she tries not to think about the OTHER girls, ones that get his dick and don't even seem grateful for it — carmen would spend her entire existence slobbering over his length if he just gave her a chance. she was a good girl, wasn't she? she's never tongue fucked another person's ass before but she finds herself liking it, aside from the squelching sound of that toy swallowing vincent's dick every few seconds. it's unfair, how a toy gets to have all that cum and she gets absolutely NONE of it, but she knows better than to whine. she's thankful for his balls in her face and her tongue in his tight hole, really she is.

"mm, yes", the promise of it being given to her at some point is enough to have her dreaming of it, knowing he'd almost split her little cunt in two when he finally deems her WORTHY enough to experience it. she wants to be a star, HIS star. the girl he casts in every movie because he just can't seem to get enough of her, trying out so many new positions and teasing her in the sweetest of ways — it's all she wants, to be valued by vincent. the soundtrack to her make-out with his ass serves to push her, to make her all but squash her face against his heavy balls, moaning in desire as her pussy aches.

"i . . . " she doesn't want to feel his toy, now slick with his arousal and taunting her, a sign of how she just isn't READY. blinking in surprise carmen briefly stares at his thick cock, engorged head leaking milky fluid as he forces her hand to touch that wet toy. "i — i CAN, i can do whatever you want . . . i can give you the tightest pussy, my ass too", so quick to offer up every part of her, wide hazel hues imploring him to give her a chance. nose wrinkles at his words, believing her cunt to be not quite up to his standards, though immediately she shakes her head, "no! no i wouldn't care if they seen them", not that her parents could splurge on salacious videos, unless they're free and embarrassingly FAKE. "i want to be in your movies, sir. i really do . . . i could be really good in them." yet she knows he won't give in so easily, even as she's running her digits along the lubed up fake pussy carmen knows she's not ready just yet.

which is why having his cum decorate ANY part of her is a blessing. "i am?" she's surprised, suddenly beaming with pride as he compliments her. "i think it's a good idea", affirms as her hand circles his girth, so thankful that it's nearly overwhelming. "will you do it, sir? will you cum on my hair? i won't wash it out i promise. i just want to FEEL it."

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it was crazy to think that her tongue and fingers could be enough to make bruce fall in LOVE with her. no other woman could touch him to TASTE him like this—none would be good enough. there was something in the way she tended to his senses and how she got LOST in caring for him. she has grown to be more than someone he's dating; girlfriend didn't fit her importance; WIFE simply didn't fit either. but she knew her place. "oh... fuck..." her master moans, gently tangling his fingers in her hair to give himself more sensations as he feels his asshole stretch to accomodate her slender digit. 

"keep calling me MASTER—holy shit..." the prince groans, unable to keep his mouth from letting out breathy moans. his cock twitches and pulses against her tongue. the kind of pleasure she gives him is INTENSE. especially since he's already came so much today—who knows how long she's been making out with his body. now his body is soothed, exhausted, elated, and pleased, all at once. her words only serve to keep him in euphoria. it's a DANGEROUS place for a royal, being this out of body, but he knows he can trust her. 

"i want you as my pet so badly..." he's practically BEGGING, even though she's offering. "you'd be so cute in a collar and plug... skimpy outfits..." bruce bites his lip, barely able to think, while his cock SPURTS some precum onto her lips and face, but mostly into her mouth. at this point, bruce feels like he's lost all control of his body. her fingers and tongue are the only thing controlling his orgasms—her RESPONSIBILITY as his pet. 

"FUCK—evie...." her name slipping off his lips like he's praising his GODDESS. it's harmony in motion. his hands slip under his head now, as his eyes close. it look POMPOUS and proud. but he is, especially with the new level of relationship they've developed. this is what they were made for—him, to be the hardworking public figure that he is—and her, the doting pet who will love his body 24/7.

lying on bruce's bed was SURREAL, despite evie having spent many hours buried within it's comfortable sheets and pillows. what a prince seen in her was a mystery to the blonde, yet she was utterly obsessed with him --- tongue lapping and lips kissing whatever part of him she was lucky to touch. hardened nipples rub against the luxurious bedding as half glazed hues blink up at him, regal and perfect. "i'm good, baby. i PROMISE i'm having a great time", and a soft giggle escapes, a squirming of her bare hips, drippy cunt rutting down against the bed.

even with her clit pulsing and nipples painfully pebbled evangeline didn't even think about relieving the pressure. not when his dick, balls and ass were right there for her to enjoy. "really? oh baby that's so sad . . . " spit slick lips turn downward, hand currently fisting his dick twisting slowly. "but now you've got ME to make up for it." those previous women were idiots, how could they not love sticking their tongue inside his warm and tight ass? her mouth waters just thinking about doing it again. "so sexy when you make those noises", hums with joy, mouth circling his leaking head briefly.

what would it be like to remain by his side? a cute busty pet trailing along behind him everywhere he went? "you're such a BUSY man, you deserve to be taken care of no matter what." immediately evie's lips move to her own hand, lapping at the cum he's so kindly released for her. "mm, yes please. i'm not really a pet without a collar, am i?" no doubt it would be pretty, evie figures as she glides her tongue up his shaft. "tug me along, take me to parties . . . you won't regret it, master." god she wants to fuck his ass again, need so overwhelming that her free hand pushes between his ass cheeks, index finger lightly probing his hole.