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The dining room is a blur of movement and sensation as Frost takes me hard against the chair, his erection plunging through my clenching cunt even as it bears down on him. The feeling is unconscionable; a crash of fire and ecstasy and loss of control. Merciless. Absolutely merciless. He fucks me through the orgasm, his cock spearing my pussy hard and fast. Fast and hard. Wringing every last drop of release splashing over him. The sturdy seat beneath us shifts and groans with every movement, wet smacks of his… اقرأ أكثر

My heart punches itself erratically, a wild beast desperate to break free from my chest I’m scared it might actually pummel me to death. My bones rattle beneath my skin, as if they’re made of nothing more than dry twigs and dust, ready to shatter into a million pieces at any moment. My knees feel nothing short of brittle as I force them to bend, threatening to snap like crackers. Chilled saliva pools in my mouth, my throat clamming up with every attempt to push it down between the fingers… اقرأ أكثر

My heart slams into my throat, almost choking me. My wrists shake miserably, barely managing to keep my tightly wound upper body from colliding with his dining table. “Replace the straw with my cock.” The command embeds itself into my consciousness, reverberating like an endless echo, each repetition amplifying its cruelty. It penetrates my mind like a decadent poison, as if he spoke it several times instead of one. But one is enough. No. One is too much. And yet, I feel my pussy clench at air, convulsing around its… اقرأ أكثر

He wouldn’t… But even as my mind rebels at the depravity, my body thrills at the sensations. My shoulders shake, arms trembling to keep me propped on the table. I feel his lips close around the protruding end of the straw, forming a tight seal. My thighs clamp around his head, trying futilely to close off access from this outrageous act even as my hips rock toward him. He sucks hard, making full use of the straw to draw my arousal into his mouth. I imagine I can hear the… اقرأ أكثر

I find myself rendered motionless, frozen in place atop Frost’s lap…until he leans forward. His muscular chest presses into me, feeling like both an incursion and a canopy. Twisted as fuck. Eyes wide, I watch his hand extend toward the ice bucket with a purposeful grace, delving into its chilled contents, the ambient sounds dull in comparison to the rattling of ice. Each time his leg shifts around the chair’s seat, mine follows in a helpless dance, as if I’m nothing more than a puppet on strings. He picks up… اقرأ أكثر

My heart nearly gives out at that, bashing itself against the wall of my chest, as though every last capillary I own just put in its two weeks. Tentatively, I shift closer between his parted knees, reluctantly widening my stance. He scoots his chair back, turning his whole body to face me, his free hand nudging me between his knees as he leans toward mine. His touch is deliberate, both strangely clinical and intimate, as his fingers begin a slow trace up my thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in… اقرأ أكثر

The silence between us grows heavy, oppressive, like a thick fog that settles over everything in its path. I keep my eyes averted, focusing on the intricate patterns of the tablecloth, anything to escape the intensity of his. Minutes tick on and I try desperately to ignore how he keeps tracking me between bites, clinical as usual yet different somehow. I continue to munch through the silence, driven by hunger and the need to avoid his gutting stare. I’m far more ravished than I realize, finishing every last bit of… اقرأ أكثر