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Mafia Sex Slave II
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2026-01-04 15:00:38
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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
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA FOURSOME I (Hands Everywhere)
I don’t remember how we got here just the burn of liquor down my throat, the loud bass still thumping in my ears, and now… this room.Two men. One other girl.And me half naked, legs spread, skin burning under too many hands.“On your knees,” one of the guys growled into my ear, voice rough like gravel. I didn’t even ask who he was. Didn’t care. My knees hit the carpet before I even thought about it.My panties were gone. Torn off sometime between the elevator and the suite. My dress was bunched up around my waist. I could feel his breath on my neck while the other guy pulled the other girl onto the bed, flipping her like a ragdoll.I gasped as a hand grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “You gonna be a good little slut tonight, or should we tie you down?”A moan escaped my lips before I could answer.The first guy unzipped his pants, cock already hard, throbbing in front of my face. “Open wide.”I obeyed.The taste hit first. Warm, salty, heavy. He didn’t wait. He shoved deep into
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Fucking Stripper II
He didn’t give me a second to recover.Still buried deep inside me, he shifted his weight, pulled one of my legs over his shoulder, and started moving again slow, brutal thrusts that made my eyes roll back.“F-fuck. . .” I gasped, hands scrambling for something to hold on to.His palm wrapped around my throat.“I said round two,” he growled into my mouth. “I meant I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking walk.”I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.He was in deep hitting that spot that made me cry out, over and over. The pressure in my belly coiled tight again, even though I swore I had nothing left to give.Slap. Slap. Slap.His hips clapped against my ass, harder now, desperate and rough. The couch creaked beneath us, but it didn’t matter we weren’t stopping. Not until he was done. Not until I was broken for him.“Say it,” he commanded, his grip on my throat tightening just enough. “Say you love being fucked like this.”My voice broke. “I—I love it—God, I love it. . .”“Say you love b
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