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Auren loomed across the hall, his muscular frame taut with predatory hunger, his eyes glinting like a beast's in the dim chandelier light. "Take off your clothes, Roxy," he ordered, his voice a low, guttural snarl, his cock visibly thickening in his trousers. "Every fucking thread. Now."
Her mind recoiled, No, I won't! but her hands moved, untying her dress with eerie precision, as if guided by an unseen force.
I'm pure, I'm better than this, she thought, shame searing her as the fabric slid to the floor, baring her heavy boobs, nipples hardening in the chilly air. Her pussy glistened, exposed, her body's arousal a cruel mockery of her untouched state.
I've never even been kissed like this, she thought, her husband's timid pecks a faint shadow.
"Now strip me," Auren commanded, his tone sharp with dominance. I don't want to touch him! her mind raged, fear spiking-she'd never seen a man naked, let alone touched one.
But her feet carried her forward, fingers trembling as they unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and taut abs.
Her hands tugged his trousers down, freeing his thick, pulsing cock, beading with pre-cum. He's controlling me like a doll, she thought, guilt and terror mixing with a dark, unwilling thrill, her inexperience amplifying her dread.
Auren's grip clamped her arm, yanking her toward her room with a force that made her stumble.
"Get to your bed," he growled, pulling her through the doorway to her private chamber, the scent of lavender from her linens clashing with the raw tension.
Her mind screamed, This is my sanctuary, not his! but her body obeyed, collapsing onto the crimson silk sheets, her boobs bouncing, her pussy throbbing with unwanted need.
I'm a virgin, I've never done this, she thought, her husband's emotional failures paling against Auren's commanding presence.
Both naked, Auren loomed over her, his heat a storm engulfing her trembling form. Their lips crashed together, his kiss hard and punishing, all teeth and raw hunger. /hate this! her mind protested, fear surging-she'd never been kissed with such intensity.
But her lips parted, her tongue tangling with his, driven by his will. No one's kissed me like this, she thought, not my husband, who never made me feel alive. Her pussy pulsed, her body craving more despite her shame and terror.
She moaned, "mmh," into his mouth, her big boobs pressing against his chest, sparking fire through her veins. Auren's hands roamed, rough and possessive, squeezing her heavy boobs, thumbs flicking her sensitive nipples.
"Fuck, these tits are perfect," he rasped, breaking the kiss to bite her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, making her gasp. I'm untouched, this is wrong, she thought, but her body arched, obeying his command.
Her moan, "ohh," escaped as pleasure surged, her inexperience making every sensation overwhelming. He's the first to make me burn like this, she thought, her husband's tepid affection no match for Auren's intensity.
Her mind fought, guilt and fear clawing at her, but her body pressed closer, her pussy dripping with need, a virgin's body betraying her innocence.
Auren's mouth found her nipple, sucking hard, his tongue swirling over the tender peak. Roxy cried out, pleasure shooting straight to her pussy, her hands tangling in his hair, urging him on despite her mental protests.
I've never felt this, she thought, her boobs aching under his relentless assault, her virginity amplifying her shame. I'm not this person, I'm pure.
He growled, nipping her other nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "You love this, don't you, Roxy?" he taunted, his voice a dark blade.
He's the first to make me feel this desired, she thought, her husband's failures fading against Auren's dominance. Her body writhed, her pussy soaking the sheets, her hunger pushing her to the edge of sanity despite her fear.
"On your knees," Auren ordered, voice rough with lust. I'm not a slut! her mind screamed, terror spiking-she'd never even imagined oral sex. But her body sank before him, boobs grazing his thighs, eyes locked on his cock, thick and glistening.
Her hands grasped him, guided by his will, her lips parting despite her protests. I don't know how to do this, she thought, her virginity making her tremble.
She licked the tip, his sharp hiss fueling her shame. Her mouth stretched, taking him deep, tongue swirling awkwardly as she bobbed her head, sucking hard.
"Fuck, Roxy," Auren groaned, his hand knotting in her hair, guiding her rhythm. Her moans, "nnh," vibrated against him, her pussy throbbing, her body betraying her mind's resistance. I've never done anything like this, she thought, her inexperience raw.
No one's ever seduced me like this, she thought, her husband's clumsy affection nothing compared to Auren's control.
Her body worked his cock, taking him deeper, her virgin inexperience no match for his command. Auren's hips bucked, his groans rougher. "Your mouth's fucking heaven," he growled, his control fraying under her forced intensity.
Her pussy ached, wet and desperate, as she sucked harder, her mind screaming, This isn't me! His grip tightened, thrusting into her mouth, his cock pulsing. "Take it all," he snarled, jerking off, his release spilling hot and thick into her mouth.
Roxy gagged, swallowing every drop, her lips slick with saliva and cum as she pulled back, panting, her boobs heaving.
I'm still a virgin, but not for long, she thought, fear gripping her.
Auren yanked her up, pushing her onto the bed in missionary, spreading her thighs wide. "Look at this wet cunt," he growled, his cock teasing her virgin entrance. /don't want this! her mind cried, terror surging-she'd never been penetrated.
But her hips lifted, pussy begging under his command. He thrust in, hard and deep, breaking her hymen, her scream, "Fuck, Auren!" echoing as pain and pleasure collided.
Her pussy clenched around his thick length, the sharp sting of her first time giving way to overwhelming sensation.
Her boobs bounced wildly, her body craving more despite her guilt and fear. He's the first to take me, she thought, her husband's emotional failures a distant shadow. Her hunger surged, her pussy gripping him despite her inexperience.
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