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Unexpected Threesome Heat 3

The afterglow hung thick lazy touches turning hungry again as minutes stretched. Damien's cock twitched back to life against V's thigh that heavy pulse starting slow building insistent. V felt it first hand drifting down wrapping around the thickening shaft stroking lazy at first then firmer base to tip coaxing more precum to bead slick her thumb smearing it over the head making him groan low.Brielle watched eyes dark heat flaring fresh. "Already hard again damn," she breathed fingers trailing V's inner thigh dipping into the creamy mess leaking from her pussy. V spread her legs wider inviting thrusting up into Brielle's touch clit throbbing swollen begging.Damien kissed V deep then Brielle tongues swapping flavors messy wet. "Want more," he growled against Brielle's lips hand cupping her heavy tit thumb flicking the hard nipple rolling it till she arched moaning.V pumped his cock faster now full hardness returning veins pulsing under her grip. "Fuck me first B watch him stretch me,"

Fucked by my husband’s hot assistant 1

Mabel hated how quiet the house got when Daniel traveled. Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The kind that made every creak in the floorboards sound like someone else was already inside. She’d lived in this place six years now, knew every groan of the old hardwood, but when he was gone the sounds felt louder, more accusing. Like the house was reminding her how much space there was between them even when he was home.Daniel had left that morning for Chicago. Ten days, minimum. A big merger trial, the kind he said could “change everything” if it went right. He’d kissed her forehead at the door, suitcase already in the car, and told her he’d call when he landed. She’d smiled the way wives are supposed to smile at that point—supportive, understanding, a little wistful. Then the door clicked shut and the silence rushed in.She spent the first afternoon cleaning things that didn’t need cleaning. Wiped down the kitchen counters until they gleamed, rearranged the spice rack by color instead of u

Fucked by my husband’s hot assistant 2

They ended up back in the living room. She curled into the corner of the couch. He took the armchair across from her, still holding the portfolio like a shield. For a while they just listened to the rain. Then she asked, “Do you ever get tired of it? The hours, the emergencies, all of it?”“Sometimes.” He set the portfolio on the side table. “But it’s what I signed up for. And it’s… interesting. Watching someone like Daniel operate. He’s relentless.”“He’s something.” She pulled her knees up. “I used to think that was sexy. The drive. Now I’m not sure if it’s sexy or just exhausting.”Oscar didn’t answer right away. When he did his voice was quieter. “You deserve more than exhausting.”Her stomach flipped. Not hard. Just enough.She looked at him—really looked. The way his shoulders filled the chair, the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw, the steady way he held her gaze without flinching. He wasn’t trying to charm her. He wasn’t trying not to, either.“You shouldn’t say things lik

Fucked by my husband’s hot assistant 3

The door shut with that soft final click and the room sealed them in. Rain pounded the window like it wanted in too. Oscar’s weight pressed her into the mattress...solid, warm, not crushing but enough to make her feel every inch of him. His slacks were shoved down around his thighs, boxers tangled with them, cock thick and flushed where her hand still loosely held him. She gave one slow stroke from base to tip, thumb brushing over the slick bead at the head. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, hips twitching forward involuntarily.She let go just long enough to shove his pants the rest of the way off with her feet. They dropped to the floor in a heap. Now nothing between them. Skin on skin from chest to thigh. His mouth found hers again, harder this time, tongue sliding deep, no hesitation. She kissed back the same way, teeth catching his lower lip, pulling just enough to sting.He shifted higher, knees nudging her legs wider. The head of him brushed her entrance—hot, blunt, slid

Fucked by my husband’s hot assistant 4

They lay there panting, bodies slick and heavy, his cum still leaking slow from her pussy onto the sheets. The rain had eased to a low patter but the room felt hotter, thicker, like the air itself was charged. Oscar was still half inside her, softening but not out, when Mabel clenched around him on purpose. A slow, deliberate squeeze.He hissed, cock twitching back to life even though he'd just emptied everything into her.She looked up at him, eyes dark and glassy. "You done already?"He laughed once, rough. "Not even close."She pushed at his chest until he rolled off her. His cock slipped free with a wet sound, cum and her slick coating him. She didn't give him time to think. Shoved him onto his back, climbed over him fast. Straddled his thighs. Looked down at his cock—still hard enough, shiny with their mess.She wrapped her hand around him, gave one firm stroke. Then another. He groaned, hips lifting into her grip.Mabel slid lower. Settled between his legs. Didn't tease. Just to

Fucked my Girlfriend's mum 1

Aaron's POV I pulled up to Sophie's house around four-thirty, windows down, music low. The street was quiet like always, big trees shading the driveway, that familiar smell of cut grass and whatever flowers Susan kept planting along the walkway. I figured Sophie would be home by now. She'd texted me earlier saying she was back from the mall run with her dad, so I didn't even think twice about swinging by. Grabbed the iced coffee I'd picked up for her, the one with extra caramel she pretends she doesn't love, and headed up the steps.I knocked twice. Waited. No footsteps rushing like Sophie usually does. The door opened slow instead, and there was Susan.She looked different today. Not bad different. Just... noticeable. The dress was short, black, body-hugging in a way that made it clear she hadn't thrown it on for company. The neckline dipped low on the sides, showing the curve of her breasts where the fabric didn't quite cover. No bra lines. Skin smooth, tanned from whatever weekend

Fucked my Girlfriend's mum 2

Aaron's POV I pushed forward slow at first, feeling her pussy stretch around the head of my cock. Hot. Wet. So fucking tight it made my breath catch. Susan gasped, head tilting back, nails digging into my shoulders. Then she locked her legs tighter around my waist and yanked me the rest of the way in. One hard pull. Balls deep in one stroke.“Fuck,” I groaned.She clenched around me immediately. Deliberate. Like she wanted me to feel every inch of her walls gripping my cock. Her eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry. No shy smile. No hesitation. Just pure heat.“Move,” she said. Voice low. Commanding.I did.I pulled back almost all the way out, then slammed back in. Hard. The wet slap of our bodies meeting echoed in the quiet room. She moaned loud, not a soft whimper, a real moan that vibrated through her chest. Her tits bounced under the thin dress with every thrust. I grabbed the hem and yanked it up over her head in one rough pull. Tossed it somewhere. Naked now except for the fai

Taking my principal's cock 1

Lila’s POVThe geography classroom smelled like old textbooks and chalk dust. Afternoon light slanted through the half-closed blinds, turning the dust motes into tiny floating sparks. Mr. Patel stood at the front, marker squeaking across the whiteboard as he drew another meaningless river system. The Nile, the Amazon, the Mississippi. I’d heard it all before. Same rivers, same erosion patterns, same monotone voice that made every fact feel like it was sinking into quicksand.I sat in the third row from the back, window seat, legs crossed under the desk. My skirt rode up just enough that the edge of my thigh-highs peeked out when I shifted. Not on purpose. Okay, maybe a little on purpose. The room was warm, the AC had been broken for two weeks. I twirled my pen between my fingers, letting the cap click against my notebook instead of writing anything useful. My notes page was mostly doodles: tiny hearts, a cartoon cat with devil horns, the word “bored” written in loopy letters ten times

Taking my principal's cock 2

Lila’s POVHe pushed forward just the tip and I gasped. The stretch burned sweet and sharp. My pussy clenched around him instinctively, trying to pull him deeper. Principal Hayes froze behind me, hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. His breathing was ragged, like he was fighting every instinct to slam home.I looked back over my shoulder. My hair had fallen across my face. I blew a strand away. “Don’t stop now, sir.”His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. The man who ran this school like a military operation was unraveling right in front of me. He swallowed hard. Then he thrust forward in one long, deep stroke. All the way in. Balls pressed against me. I moaned loud, too loud for an office in the middle of the afternoon. He slapped his hand over my mouth fast.“Quiet,” he growled against my ear. “Someone walks by and we’re done.”I nodded against his palm. But my hips rocked back anyway. Taking him deeper. Feeling every thick inch fill me up. He groaned lo

Babysitter's pussy gets eaten out by hot clients 1

Emily lounged on the plush leather couch in the Hendersons' living room, her bare legs stretched out across the cushions. The house was quiet, the two kids tucked into bed hours ago after their bedtime stories and milk. At twenty-two, Emily had this gig down pat. It paid her rent while she finished community college online, and honestly, the perks were unbeatable. The Hendersons' place was a sleek modern haven in the suburbs, all floor-to-ceiling windows and soft ambient lighting. But the real draw? Jake and Lena. Her clients were fucking fire.Jake Henderson, thirty-five, built like a goddamn linebacker from his construction foreman days, with tattoos snaking up his thick arms and a jawline that could cut glass. He always smelled like cedar cologne and faint sweat, the kind that made Emily's thighs clench. Lena, thirty-two, was his perfect match: yoga-toned curves, long dark hair that cascaded like a waterfall, and green eyes that stripped you bare. They moved together like predators,

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