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“Because…we just can't. This isn't real, let's not forget that. I'm not your real partner, I'm just your contract mate.” They exchanged another glance and I instinctively took a step back when Adam took a step close to me. “You don't have to be our real mate before we can fuck, Ava. We are adults and our bodies want each other. Look at me, my boy down here is rock-hard thinking of how tight and sweet and warm your pussy might be. And I can smell your heat, look at your eyes. They have “fuck-me” written all over them." I reared back as if I were slapped but tried to maintain my cool expression.

Creighton laughed, pulling her into his embrace. “Unlike Luke Skywalker, I’m not your father, and the dark side I’m talking about is very easy to come back from. No evil overlord involved.” “But it all sounds too…weird…and very immoral.” “There is nothing wrong with sexual role play, when it’s two consensual adults. If more married couples learned to experiment with different aspects of their relationship, this world wouldn’t have so many divorces, and prostitutes would be out of a job.” Sandra laughed at this, but realized he was probably right.

Strings of that filthy mix of cum and spit connected my fingers when I pulled back briefly, only to dive in again, stroking with renewed vigour. “God...” The word escaped his throat before he could stop it. He thrust into my grip, fucking my hands like they were my mouth, his breaths coming in ragged pants. “Good girl. My obedient little slut. Keep going.” His pace quickened, thrusting faster into my wet, ruined hands. “Make me cum all over those pretty little fingers. Show me how bad you want daddy’s cock.” The words hit harder than I allowed it to, stripping away every atom of control and pretence I had left, leaving me raw, exposed, my own arousal making my clit pulse with need.

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Michael started spending more nights out with the guys, leaving me alone at home with our daughter Sophie, my body humming with unmet need. One Friday night, while Michael was off playing cards and the house was quiet after I'd tucked Sophie in, boredom and horniness collided. I opened my laptop and, heart racing, clicked into a chat room labeled F4F. When the others learned I was straight but curious, the messages flooded in—bold, filthy offers to be my first, to devour me in ways I'd only fantasized about. Their aggression both thrilled and scared me. Relief washed over me when I saw none lived within 500 miles. Still, their stories poured in: vivid tales of their own first times or detail

Hands on her br**st and d**k in her p**sy, Peter f**ked life off her and she completely forgot that she needed to break up with him. Peter turned her a*s to himself in a doggy position, his middle finger took care of the other hole while his d**k f**ked her pussy. Finally, his seed erupted and he let it spill on the bed. He turned her around and licked her lips lightly, slowly deepening. As they french kissed, Ivy noticed his c**k becoming firm again, so she pulled away from him, breaking the kiss.

He was perfect in every way, a body sculpted by the angels, an Adonis, sent to earth for mere mortals like me to drool over, to dream over, to ache for. “Come,” Aaron said and took my hand. He pulled me up and led me through the apartment. I was here every day of the week, spending time with Ben, but with lights dimmed, the darkness pushing against the windows outside, and the two of us walking naked through the house, it wasn’t the kid’s home I knew during the day. It had become an adult’s playpen. For just a second, I imagined what it would be like if Aaron fucked me on every surface.

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

“I swear, Gabriel, the money is ridiculous. Why wouldn’t I keep doing it?” Axl is lounging on my couch, still in his Jamie’s Lodge uniform and shoving an ungodly bite of pizza into his mouth. “I just want to know how you manage to look like you do by eating that crap,” I answer, nodding at the mostly-eaten slice. “All the gyrating I do,” he says, still chewing. I shake my head. “I don’t need a visual of you shaking your dick in some poor girl’s face.”