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Plumper than ever, red and flustered. I let my spit drool over to my cock, I needed lubricant. All that sexiness was making the back of my throat clog with thickened saliva. Then I coated it all over my length, stroking my cock with need, eyes fixed on him. He got on his knees. Pussy planted on the wooden part of the chair. Then he pushed his waist, jamming violently into the pussy, it made a splat sound, mimicking a wet pussy. I bounced my cock in my hands, it was rock hard, hungry and begging. But all I could do was stroke myself, which I did.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.

he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention. Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her. Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly. "Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this." He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her. The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.

"Lick it out, slut. Clean your sister's creampie." Isabella dove in, tongue lapping his cum from Sophia's folds. Slurps filthy, jealousy twisting her expression. "Taste good, Daddy." Sophia moaned, hips lifting. Liam watched, cock softening slight. Afternoon waned. He cleaned them gentle, ropes off, bodies marked with rope burns and cum.

Every time his fist passes over it, a bead of precum wells up and drips. I can’t stand it anymore. I yank my tank top over my head, not caring about the vomit anymore. My breasts bounce free… heavy, nipples dark and tight. I palm them, squeeze, roll the peaks between my fingers. His eyes are glued to me. “Jesus… your tits are perfect.” I smile…. slow, filthy. “Want to see more?” He nods, almost frantic. That was when I heard the door creak, I couldn’t imagine what would happen if someone saw what was happening.. I dashed to the door and slammed it shut.

Mike smirked, flipping us suddenly—now he was on top, pinning me down, his weight crushing me into the mattress. He spread my legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders, and drove in balls-deep. The angle hit my G-spot dead-on, making me arch and claw his back. Cum leaked out around his pistoning cock, soaking the sheets, and the wet smacks filled the room. Dad's footsteps paused outside. I could picture him, hand on the knob, brow furrowed. If he opened it now... god, the exposure, the shame mixed with heat, it pushed me closer to the edge.

Her legs trembled hard. Isolde kissed her neck and held her tight afterward. "Such a good girl. I love how you let go for me." Seraphina leaned back against her. "It felt so good," she whispered. "I couldn't stop it." "You don't have to stop anything with me," Isolde replied. She slowly pulled the toy out. Cum-like wetness coated it and dripped from Seraphina's pussy. They cleaned up quickly before leaving the building. The secret made Seraphina smile all the way home.

CHAPTER 85 OUR MARRIAGE IS NOTHING BUT A DEAL WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

However, today, it is me making the rules and the time between my fingers and the device, a green light signals that a voice message will come in. "Amelia, it's Adam. I know you're not home, but, I want you to listen to this message as soon as you get in. I apologize to you for the story that came out in the magazine, not out of regret that I went out with a girl, but for agreeing to start that with you. Mixing sex and work is always pleasurable and inspiring to me. However, I understand that for you, it is a hope that we can evolve into something more. And I cannot guarantee that this will happen, I am not close to relationships and golden romances. Friendships do. And that's why ours matt