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I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME II

Author: Abby
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-30 12:48:52

He didn’t even give me time to catch my breath.

I was still sore, still leaking, thighs trembling as we stepped out of the bathroom. His cum was dripping down my inner thighs, and my panties were balled up in his pocket. I was a mess. A wet, used mess. And I loved it.

We didn’t speak. We didn’t have to.

The look in his eyes said everything.

He wanted more.

The parking lot was dark and half-empty, but I barely noticed. My heart pounded as he unlocked his car, opened the back door, and grabbed my wrist.

“Get in,” he growled.

I didn’t hesitate.

He shoved me into the backseat, pushed my legs apart, and climbed in after me. His body hovered over mine as he slammed the door shut behind us. The inside of the car smelled like leather, heat, and sex. It was already fogging up, just from our breathing.

He didn’t bother taking his pants off fully this time. Just unzipped, pulled his cock out still thick, still hard and slapped it against my pussy, smearing his cum all over my folds.

“You’re stil
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  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Maid for it II

    I didn’t even flinch when he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back.I wanted this.His hand slid under the skirt of my maid outfit, pushing the thin fabric up to my hips. My bare ass was exposed, and the sound of his palm landing on it echoed across the room.Smack.I bit down a gasp, already wet from just the threat of being used.“You’re not wearing panties,” he growled behind me.“I told you. I was cleaning.”His fingers dipped between my legs, sliding through the slick heat there."You’re dripping. Cleaning, huh? You were begging for this."I whimpered. He was right. I bent over more, presenting myself like the filthy little slut I knew he wanted.He pressed his chest against my back and whispered in my ear. "I'm not going to be gentle. Not after the show you gave me."I moaned. That was the whole point.He kicked my legs open wider, and I heard the sound of his zipper.The thick head of his cock pressed at my entrance, teasing. "Ask for it."I hated him for making me s

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Maid for it I

    The skirt was too short. I knew it. I wore it anyway.He always stared when I vacuumed the rug especially when I bent down to plug it in.And today, I didn’t bother with underwear.The house was too quiet.His car was still outside, but he hadn’t said a word since I came in.I wiped the kitchen counter slowly, deliberately, my ass swaying as I moved. I heard him before I saw him his shoes on the polished marble floor, the subtle clink of a whiskey glass."You like teasing me, don't you?"I froze, cloth in hand. I turned slowly.He was leaning against the wall, shirt undone just enough to expose that hard chest I’d imagined way too many times. His eyes? Low. Fixed between my thighs."I asked you something," he said, walking forward.I bit my lip. “I’m just cleaning, sir.”He stopped right in front of me. "Cleaning? Like that?"He reached behind me, tugging my skirt up.Nothing underneath. Just bare skin. Soaked.“Dirty little slut.”His voice dropped. “What were you hoping I’d do? Bend

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Horny Boyfriend IV

    We didn’t even make it to the bed this time. He grabbed me, tugging me down onto the floor, and I found myself straddling him, body shaking with anticipation. The moment our eyes met, the fire between us ignited again, raw, hungry, impossible to ignore.He shifted under me, leaning back slightly, and I realized what he wanted. My heart raced, pulse pounding in sync with the need that twisted low in my stomach. Slowly, deliberately, I lowered myself onto him, lips pressing to his cock, teasing, tasting, letting my tongue flick along the sensitive head. He groaned, hands moving immediately, one gripping my hair to guide me, the other slipping between us to my slick folds.I shivered at the dual sensations—the feel of him inside my mouth and the fingers probing me, circling, slipping in and out with deliberate precision. I moaned around him, throat full, the sound vibrating against his length, and he groaned, hips jerking slightly as he pressed his fingers deeper inside me.My hands grip

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Horny Boyfriend III

    I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me again, but this time there was no softness, no slow teasing—just raw, urgent need. His hands grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, and I gasped at the sudden roughness, the way he claimed control without a word.His lips attacked mine immediately, pressing hard, demanding, and I moaned, pushing into him, feeling the sharp edge of his hunger. My back arched off the bed instinctively as his hands roamed over me, rougher this time, gripping my hips, cupping my breasts with a force that made me shiver. Every stroke, every touch, was sharper, more insistent, and I couldn’t get enough.He shifted, sliding inside me with one long, deep thrust that stole my breath. I cried out, legs wrapping instinctively around him, trying to pull him closer, needing every inch. He didn’t let me move much, instead holding me down, driving into me with a rhythm that was merciless, urgent, and perfect. My nails dug into his back as he slammed in

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Horny Boyfriend II

    I woke the next morning with a dull ache in places I didn’t even know could ache. My body still remembered every inch of him, every stroke, every whispered word, and the memory alone made my pulse quicken. The apartment was quiet again, but the heat between my thighs reminded me that last night wasn’t some fever dream—it was real, vivid, and far from over.I hadn’t even moved when I felt him behind me, arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me back into his chest. His mouth pressed against my shoulder, teeth nipping lightly, sending shivers down my spine.“You taste like fire,” he murmured, and my knees went weak.I could feel him hard against my lower back, already teasing, already demanding, and I knew I wouldn’t survive the day without giving in. My hands moved to his, fingers wrapping around his wrists, letting him guide me gently to the bed.Clothes were gone in moments, discarded carelessly, left forgotten on the floor. His lips found mine immediately, hungry, insistent, claimin

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Horny Boyfriend I

    The apartment was quiet, the city hum muted behind the thick curtains. I was lounging on the couch, scrolling through my phone, when I felt it a sudden, heat-soaked tension that made my pulse thrum in a way that had nothing to do with caffeine.The knock at the door made me jump, heart already racing. I opened it to see him standing there, casual, almost annoyingly calm, but I could see it in his eyes—the hunger, the unspoken promise. I didn’t even remember inviting him over, but somehow I didn’t care.Before I could think, he was inside, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him. His hand brushed mine as he moved past, and that small contact sent a shiver straight down my spine.“Sit,” he said, his voice low, teasing. And I did, though my body was already aching in anticipation.He didn’t rush. He never did. He let the tension build, the air thick with something dangerous and thrilling. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers traced my arm, then my neck. My breath hitched

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