LOGINDorian eats pússy like a man possessed. I have never seen anything like it.It is like a junkie who has not had a fix in weeks. He dives in like he is never going to get another taste.Fire alarms could go off and he would not even flinch. When he locks onto me, there is no stopping him.I have never experienced anything so intense. The way he devours me makes my knees weak and my chest ache.He does not rush. He does not stop.He moves like a predator tasting something he cannot get enough of. I shiver at the thought of what he will do next.I am telling this story because every woman should beware of Dorian and his relentless pússy-eating habits. He is hot, yes.Blue eyes that pierce right through you, a lean, muscular body, and a confidence that makes him dangerous in the bedroom. But it is not just the looks or the body.It is the way he worships a woman like she is the only thing he has ever wanted. It is the way he takes control, the way he makes you submit with nothing more tha
I climbed onto the bed and she greeted me with a grin and a welcoming embrace, pulling me close as she breathed, “Oh God, that is hot,” while my sloppy, wet cøck pushed into her equally wet pússy.I knew I was not going to last long, and as I thrust into her she gasped my name and whispered, “Don’t stop,” even as the tension overwhelmed me.The build-up was too much, and within moments I groaned, “I’m coming,” as I unloaded deep inside her, my wife crying out with me while my orgasm tore through us both.I pumped her full until my cúm spilled back out of her, splashing down my balls as I pulled free and rolled off her, both of us panting hard.Jesse moved in close with his handheld camera, filming her dripping pússy as my cúm slid toward her puckered hole.He zoomed in on my cøck as it softened, its shaft shining with a slick coating of our mixed fluids while he continued filming us catching our breath.As Jesse shifted his focus to my wife’s face, I noticed his voice tighten when he
"I have a client, who's also become my friend, who makes intimate films for couples so they can have their own personal pórn flicks. I could arrange to have him come over and film us if you think you might like that," she said, her voice tentative as if she were asking permission and watching my reaction closely.We had often enjoyed watching soft pórn before we made love, and lately the pórn we watched had not been very soft at all. It was not extreme by any standard, but it often focused on situations involving more than one man and one woman, lingering on bodies and reactions.Of course, I had initially introduced her to lésbian pórn, but eventually she returned the favor by bringing in MMF bisexual films. Sometimes I had to stop watching and just pleasure her while she watched, not because I disliked them but because I had to distract myself or I would cüm too quickly.Over time, I had come to enjoy watching men pleasure each other for the entertainment of their women. I realized
CHAPTER 2: ON THE COUNTER. Mr Eric’s Pov: I watched her pick a strawberry from the bowl, her ebony skin glistening in the light. She took one into her mouth and brought it out, the berry dropping with her saliva, then with her eyes on the camera, she pushed it slowly into her cùnt, until I couldn't find the stalk of the berry.I felt my díck growing hard at the thought of how deep the berry had entered. Ever since the first day I met Tracy, I have been mesmerized by her, her glowing ebony skin, her straight teeth, her thick curves, her big títs that were held perfectly by her uniform.She was truly beautiful, I wasn't just attracted to her appearance, I was attracted to her as a person, her character, her mannerisms, everything about her called to me.She was perfect. Imagine my surprise when I heard she was a private séx worker. I knew I needed to have a taste of her.Her soft moans pulled my attention back to the camera. I realized she was using the strawberry as a vibrator, as sh
"I know exactly what I sell, and I don’t apologize for surviving. I stopped asking for forgiveness the day survival became my job.”CHAPTER 1: DRIPPING CREAM.Tracy’s POV: “Why are men so senseless and frustrating?” My coworker and best friend turned sister Dani sighs, bent over the counter with her head in her hands.“What is it this time Dani?” I asked with a laugh as I diligently packed a customer's order.“Can you imagine that man over there at table 064. This is the fourth girl he is bringing in this week and he is MARRIED!!” she spat angrily. I couldn't help the laugh that busted out of me.Dani was such a strong advocate for women, hence her dislike for men and cheating. The irony of everything was so funny, because Danny and I encountered lying cheating men daily because of our line of work.We were waitresses by day and séx workers by night, and before you start judging us, try moving to Los Angeles with nothing to your name, no connection and no degree. This was the best we
My Coworker Made Me Wet (4)As I moved my fingers, I increased the pressure on her G spot. Instead of long strokes, I moved quickly and firmly, mimicking the sharp, repetitive rhythm of a vibrator.I placed my tongue back on her right side and flicked her clit as fast as I could. My mouth worked in frantic coordination with my hand.“Sophia, I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” she gasped. “Oh my… oh…”She came hard. I felt her pussy clamp down around my fingers, and I did not slow for a second.I lavished her clit and kept driving into her G spot. I stayed with her until her breathing finally began to even out.Only then did I pull my fingers free. I kissed her pussy lips gently before moving back up beside her.“I think I can smell my pussy on your face,” she said with a giggle. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.“It’s my new favorite scent,” I replied. I meant it completely.She laughed and covered her eyes with one hand. Her body was loose and relaxed now.“You okay?” I asked,







