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He thought there was something bad happening on her daughter until he heard Shaine moaning Raphael’s name… screaming that she wanted to be fucked hard by Raphael. That night, Shaine was so horny that she tried to call Raphael many times. Unfortunately, he didn’t answer any of her calls so she ended up having video call sex with her dad’s other friends—Alex, Marhenry, Noel, and Charles. She had three orgasm that night but still felt unsatisfied, she thinks that only Raphael’s cock would ease her lust. Shaine waited in their house for almost five days, when Friday came, she couldn’t afford to wait for another anymore so she rode a taxi and went to Raphael’s home.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

A slut who fucked her friend's son on her husband’s bed. She scrambled out of bed, her legs unsteady, and fled to the bathroom. She locked the door, a flimsy, useless gesture, and turned on the shower, cranking the water as hot as she could stand it. She stepped under the spray, desperate to wash him away, to wash the shame from her skin. She scrubbed her body until it was red and raw, but it was no use. She could still feel him. The ghost of his hands on her hips, the phantom stretch of his cock inside her, the memory of his filthy words echoing in her ears. You’re my little whore now, tía.

he took my hand which I hadn’t extended and kissed it, licking a bit. Ugh, that was gross. I nodded coming closer to Vadas. I secretly whipped my hand against his pants, and he smiled pressing me closer. They exchanged usual formalities with not so much enthusiasm. His female, I instantly forgot her name, was almost naked in her blood-red, tight dress. It hardly covered her butt. And she desperately tried to gain Vadas's attention to her breasts. She was beautiful, however, he doesn’t seem even slightly interested. That made me smirk for some reason.

He was shocked by my story, and also laughed because of what I did. "If only you could see their faces." I said laughing. I always laugh whenever I remember what I did before. I have told this story to Gina and she also cracked at what I did. "Slap is used, so I improvised another scene." I said. "What happened next?" He asked. "The chili paste was all over their body, specially on their private part. I targeted their private body parts." I said. He laughed and shook his head.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

Seeing she was interested, Antonio told her some of the intimate things the woman in submission could be forced to do. Then he said wistfully. "All the husbands claim there's no arousal like the one you get from watching your own wife in an erotic feminine confrontation with another woman." Smiling hopefully, he said. "It's very secretive, intimate and private. No outsiders are ever allowed. It's just what it's meant to be—a little intimate secret erotic club. "Honey... ," Molly said, smiling up into his handsome face. "I have a little secret to confide to you also," She giggled, "it's kind of embarrassing."

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

She sat on her towel; the groin of her bathing suit was soaked with cum as it moved from her. Sure that her new steam room accomplice would have the option to smell the fragrance of Dante's seed, she folded the towel over her midriff and rushed to the evolving room. Semen actually streamed from her swollen lips as she showered; she was jumpy that individuals would have the option to see it; to tell that she had been definitely screwed inside the dividers of the club; however, no one took note. She dried, dressed, and drove home. She tossed her bathing suit and workout clothes into the clothes washer, peeling off the underwear she wore, presently clammy with Dante's semen. She breathed in his aroma before they joined the rest and the washer entryway shut.

Uncle Damion leaned down, biting my shoulder as he came deep inside me, flooding my womb with his hot cum one last time. He stayed buried inside me for a few seconds, breathing heavily against my ear. “This isn’t the end,” he whispered darkly. “It’s only the beginning of our dirty little secret. Whenever I want you, you come to me. No excuses. You’re Uncle’s little whore now.” He pulled out, quickly fixed his clothes, and left the room like nothing had happened. I stayed bent over my bed for a moment longer, cum leaking down my thighs, heart pounding, body trembling.

"I don't know. It's not that simple. I want to be, like, really into it, you know?" "No, girl," she shakes her head. "I don't know. Why don't you just get it over with? Fuck one of your cam guys. Fuck him on camera. It's just sex. Once you do it, it doesn't feel like such a big deal." Samantha has slept with three guys, and prided herself on being a self-described "slut." I think it made her feel worldly, to know about sex.

Chapter 6 Alexandra’s pov “Fuck Ethan that was intense I can still feel you dripping out of me and my legs are shaking like I ran a marathon,” I whispered breathing hard as we stayed pressed together in the tight shed. My bare tits heaved against his chest, still sensitive and marked from his sucking. Cum leaked slow down my ass crack mixing with my own juices and the rain smell. My pussy throbbed deep inside where he had stretched me wide and I clenched on purpose just to feel the wet mess of us.

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

By the time he came the second time, I was a mess, begging, crying out, completely lost in him. We went three rounds that night. Each one rougher, each one with more filthy words spilling from his mouth. "You're going to wake up every morning with my cum inside you," he promised as he finally untied me, pulling me against his chest. "My perfect little office whore." I passed out exhausted, body aching, ass sore and full of him. ~~~~ Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the feeling of being stretched open again. Damien was on top of me, cock already buried deep inside my hole, thrusting slow and steady.