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He flipped me onto my back before I could finish catching my breath.My legs fell open without resistance. I felt the slow, warm trickle of his cum leaking out of me, sliding down the cleft of my ass and onto the sheets. Jonathan stared between my thighs like the sight of it wrecked him. His dark eyes were almost black, chest still rising and falling hard from the first round.“Look at that,” he muttered, voice rough. “Your perfect pussy's still pumping me out.”He lowered himself before either of us could think. The first broad stroke of his tongue dragged from the bottom of my slit all the way up, scooping the thick mess he had left inside me. I gasped, hips jerking. He did it again, slower, gathering another mouthful of his own cum mixed with my slick, then spat it back onto my clit and rubbed it in with his tongue. The wet, filthy sounds of him cleaning and re-wetting me filled the air. My legs trembled in the air on either side of his head. It was too much, too intimate, too dirt

He pulled out just long enough to spin her around and shove her face-first against the wall. Her hands slapped the plaster. He kicked her feet wider, gripped her hips, and slammed back into her dripping cunt in one hard thrust. The wet sound was obscene and loud. Her juices sprayed slightly from the force. She cried out and her eyes flew open, staring at the wall, but he reached around and grabbed her jaw, turning her face sideways so she had to look at him over her shoulder.“Look at me, girl,” he ordered. “I want to watch your face while I fuck you.”She obeyed. Cheek pressed to the wall, eyes locked on his, mouth open and panting. He started thrusting hard and deep. Every stroke punched a wet, filthy squelch out of her. Her small tits bounced against the wall. Her pigtails swung. The pale curve of her back arched as she pushed her ass back to meet him, taking every thick inch like the greedy little slut she was.He watched her eyes the whole time. Watched them widen when he bottome

We dropped to our knees in front of him without another word.Damon sat back on the edge of the couch, legs spread, that thick cock already rising again. It was still shiny from Linda and from his own cum. The sight of it made my empty pussy clench around nothing. Linda crawled closer first, wrapping her fingers around the base and stroking slowly. I moved in beside her, shoulder to shoulder, and leaned in to lick a long stripe up the underside.He exhaled heavily and grabbed my hair.“Both of you,” he said. “Don’t be shy now.”Linda and I took turns again. She sucked him deep, cheeks hollowing, while I licked and kissed along the shaft. When she pulled off with a wet pop, I took over, stretching my lips wide around the head and sinking down until my eyes watered. The taste of both of them mixed on my tongue—her sweetness, his salt, the thick remnants of the load he’d just pumped into her. I moaned around him and felt his cock twitch in my throat.Linda’s hand slid between my legs fro

I had married her only four days earlier on a quiet beach in Florida, the two of us barefoot in the sand with a handful of friends watching. The cruise was supposed to be the long, lazy celebration afterward, fourteen days through the Caribbean, nothing but blue water, late dinners, the private time all newlyweds are expected to have.That third night out of Miami the ship’s main lounge was loud with music and the clink of glasses. My wife had started with champagne at dinner and kept going. By ten she was soft-eyed and unsteady, laughing too easily at every joke. I walked her back to our cabin on Deck Seven, helped her out of the dress, and got her under the covers. She murmured something about tomorrow’s island stop, then her breathing settled into the deep, even rhythm, sleeping. She definitely wouldn’t wake for hours. I sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath sheet, then decided the night was still young. The bar on the upp

The walls in this building are an absolute joke. Thin plaster, hollow spaces, every sound travels like it’s meant to. I’ve been seeing a girl from an app for a few weeks now. She’s loud when we fuck. Headboard slamming against the walls, her voice cracking open on every thrust, my own grunts mixing with it. We don’t try to be quiet. Why would we?Last night was the worst or the best, depending on who’s listening. We went at it hard for close to an hour. She came twice and was loud both times. I finished deep inside her while she kept moaning into the pillow. The bed frame knocked against the shared wall the entire time.This afternoon the knock comes just after two. I open the door still in grey sweatpants, no shirt. My neighbour stands there. Mid-thirties, maybe pushing forty, dark hair pulled back loosely, natural face, no heavy makeup. Attractive in a way I couldn’t paint. She lives alone next door. I’ve nodded at her in the hallway a few times. Never more than that.She meets my