Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Ohhhhh, fuck - fuck, yes!" She moaned. "I want to cum so fucking bad, I - ""Don't you fucking cum, slut!" I said. "You think you deserve to cum already?" "N - no," she said. Clearly being told not to only made her want it more. For the next couple minutes, I kept fingering her and eating her pussy, and her friend kept sucking my cock, until the blonde couldn't take it anymore."Oh, God, please let me cum, I - I want to cum so bad, oh god, I'm such a fucking slut!""No, don't you cum, you filthy, needy slut!" I said sternly. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, and I could tell she was ok the verge, doing everything in her power not to cum. Just when I didn't know if she could control herself much longer, I backed away, leaving the horny slut on the vanity with no stimulation. She quivered from excitement, and she bucked her hips at the air, but was not rewarded with a sensation.When she calmed down after a few seconds, I went in again and did the sam
Chapter Hundred And Twenty One Fuck yeah, fuck my mouth and fill it up with cum!"The blonde said, speaking provocatively."And don't you waste a fucking drop," I demanded.I rammed my cock into her mouth as I teased the brunette by licking and kissing her inner thighs and stomach. "You want me to taste that pussy?" I asked."Oh, god yes," the brunette whispered. I slowly gave her pussy one good, long, hard lick from bottom to top. She spread her legs wide as I tasted her lips and felt her pussy swell with arousal as I licked it again, pushing my tongue in a little deeper. Farther south. I pulled my cock out of the blonde's mouth, letting her breathe for a couple seconds before I forced it back in and began to fuck her roughly, sliding my cock forcefully into her mouth and taking it mostly out only for a moment before giving it another hard thrust.I plunged my tongue deep into the brunette's swollen pussy. She began to moan as I tasted the walls of her pussy with my tongue, and I fe
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty ""Yeah, you telling me how she likes to be used - because she's just a thing and she can't talk to us, so you have to tell me for her.""Fuck - ohhhhh yes!" I continued to throttle the blondes throat, the dirty talk inching me closer to cumming."You like that, don't you?" I asked the blonde."mmmmmmhmmmmm," she said, my cock in her mouth. I pulled it out to allow her to elaborate."Fuck yes, that makes me so wet - use me / use me just like she said - and treat me like a toy, like a brainless body.""Ok, I'm going to fuck you until I cum. And I want you to show your friend your mouth full of my cum. Don't spill any and don't swallow until I say so."I forced my cock into her mouth one last time, ramming it with force I hadn't used all night."Take it, slut," I said. "You fucking love this, don't you?""Mmmmhmmmm.""Fucking slut. You like to be forced, don't you?""Mmmhmmm.""What a nasty whore. I'm going to use your nasty little cum bucket mouth, ohhhh,
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Three In the dim glow of the streetlights, Vincent's footsteps echoed as he approached his house. The night air was heavy with anticipation, a stark contrast to the wild fun he had experienced at a distant hotel with two enchanting women. As he turned the key in the lock, the door creaked open, revealing a room shrouded in shadows.Inside, the silence hung thick until a voice, edged with a mix of concern and anger, sliced through the air. "Vincent, where have you been?" It was Sarah, his longtime girlfriend, her eyes flickering between hurt and frustration.Vincent hesitated, feeling the weight of his actions. "I needed some time to clear my head," he replied, attempting to navigate the treacherous waters of explanation.Sarah's gaze intensified, her jaw clenched. "Clear your head? You disappear for hours, and that's all you have to say?" The room seemed to tighten around them, the atmosphere charged with unspoken tension.Before Vincent could respond,
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Four In a bustling public studio, Vincent immersed himself in a world of rhythmic passion, his every movement weaving an intricate dance. Conversations hushed as his voice soared, practicing the art of singing with a soul-stirring resonance that captivated those within earshot. His dancing, a tapestry of elegance and strength, drew an ever-growing crowd of admirers.Amidst the onlookers, a group of girls gathered, eyes fixated on Vincent's mesmerizing performance. Whispers of admiration fluttered through the air, forming an invisible symphony of appreciation. Vincent, oblivious to the growing audience, poured his heart into each step and note.As the music pulsed, emotions swirled in the room like a tempest. Vincent's dedication painted a vivid picture of determination, his every motion a testament to the passion burning within. The girls, caught in the whirlwind of his energy, couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull of his charisma.Suddenly, the atmo
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Five Vincent, a charismatic young man with a voice that could serenade hearts and moves that could set the dance floor ablaze, decided to embark on a digital journey. Opening a YouTube page and an Instagram account, he began sharing videos of himself singing and dancing. Little did he know that his unparalleled charm and striking looks would turn him into an internet sensation.As Vincent's videos spread like wildfire, the comments overflowed with adoration. His inbox became a treasure trove of collaboration offers from bands eager to ride the wave of his newfound popularity. The allure of quick success and fame surrounded him like a magnetic field, pulling him toward an enticing but uncertain path.Amidst the buzzing excitement, Vincent found himself at the center of a dramatic crossroad. Conversations about joining bands and taking shortcuts to stardom filled his days. Yet, deep within, a moral compass guided him away from the tempting whispers of fam
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Six Vincent awoke to the jarring sound of his alarm, expecting the usual buzz of notifications heralding a new day of opportunities. However, as he reached for his phone, the screen revealed a stark contrast. Hate messages flooded the once-friendly platform, and the number of followers displayed a cruel descent to zero. The world, it seemed, had turned its back on him.Confusion and disbelief gripped Vincent as he scrolled through the venomous messages. Words of scorn and disdain, once unimaginable, now stained his screen. He found himself engulfed in a storm of criticism, the virtual realm transforming into a battleground where every comment felt like a dagger to his soul.The source of the onslaught became clear – a whirlwind of rumors, misinformation, and the lack of a solid backing had conspired to strip him of the support he once took for granted. His phone, once a gateway to connection, now echoed the harsh reality of isolation. The relentless wav
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Seven Vincent, surrounded by a digital storm of conflicting narratives, found himself ensnared in a web of romantic entanglements that he vehemently denied. The evidence, however, painted a different story – romantic pictures with each of the two girls, moments frozen in time that contradicted his protestations.As the accusations intensified, Vincent felt the walls of reality closing in. The denial, once a shield against the onslaught of speculation, now crumbled under the weight of photographic evidence. He stared at the images, each frame a testament to a reality that seemed to elude him. The notion of his own humanity became a precarious construct, teetering on the edge of a surreal abyss.Conversations reverberated through the digital realm, dissecting every detail of the romantic escapades captured in pixels. The comments, once filled with hate, now shifted to a chorus of curiosity and judgment. Vincent, grappling with the implications of the imag