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“This tight little cunt was made to sit on my cock like this.” “Harder,” I begged. “Suck them harder while I ride you.” He obeyed, drawing my nipple deep into his mouth and sucking with strong, steady pulls while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. I rode him faster, chasing the feeling, the wet sound of our bodies meeting filling the quiet studio. His hands never left my breasts. He squeezed, lifted, sucked, and teased until I was shaking again. “I’m going to cum,” I gasped. “Kai—I’m so close—”

Every thrust forces my breasts against the glass, nipples dragging with each movement. Anyone looking up from the street might see my face twisted in pleasure, my curvy body getting railed. He reaches around and slaps my clit lightly, then rubs it fast. “This pussy is gripping me so tight. You love being watched, don’t you? Love knowing they could see me wrecking this fat Latina ass.” “Yes, God, harder!” I push back to meet him, rolling my hips, loving the filthy drag of his thick cock stretching my walls. He pulls my hair, arching me further, pounding so deep I feel him in my stomach. The angle hits my G-spot perfectly and I’m coming again, pussy spasming wildly around him, juices running d

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

I said, in a low and rough voice, “can I... fuck you? Like, right now? I need to fuck…or get fucked.” He turned his head and his eyes fell on my bulge. 'You sure about that, Tyler? It is not merely the screen, but real. And gay sex is different from other normal fucks you are aware of.” I nodded, and my hand remained on his leg, sliding upwards. 'Yeah, I'm sure. And I would not mind my ass getting hard-fucked. And that is what it takes to work this out.' My heart was beating so hard I feel he can hear it.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

He smirked and said that since there was a lot of money in the gay p**n industry if I was interested. I was floored that the guys could do that. One of the other models went on to explain the "gay-for-pay" reality of the gay p**n industry. I was actually surprised at how many straight guys were willing to have gay sex and be filmed. But after they all described the gigs as work, I came to understand. I was still unsure if I could ever do anything like that, but they all advised me to start out slow and see if I could even handle an erotic couples shoot. Andrew piped up and said that if I was going to give it a try, he should have first dibs as my partner since he brought me in. We all laughe

It became higher and almost playful, with exaggerated gestures that completely threw her off. Rhea blinked in confusion. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “You’re gay?!” “Me? Gay? Uh, no, darling. I’m a woman, obviously,” he shot back with sass while rolling his eyes dramatically. Confirmed, she thought grimly. He’s definitely part of the rainbow community. Before she could say another word, the door burst open with a loud bang. An elderly man entered the room holding a knife, followed by a woman who struck a dramatic Darna pose with one hand raised and the other resting on her waist.

“You don’t come until I say. You hold it.” He goes back down and keeps the same relentless rhythm until I’m shaking and begging under my breath. Every time the pressure builds too high he backs off, blows cool air over my clit, waits for the edge to fade, then starts again. He does it four times. By the fifth I’m crying from how much I need it, hips trying to chase his mouth. “Please, please let me—” “Not yet.”

I locked the door and leaned against it, my hand already sliding down my belly, past the waistband of my skirt. My fingers found my wet aching clit. I closed my eyes, my mind drifting to the person I needed right now and there he was... Gerald, his tousled silver hair and his cruel smirk filled my mind instantly. I slid two fingers inside myself, imagining they're his. Those thick, raw fingers curling to hit that spot that made my legs quake. I thrusted faster, my forehead pressed against the cool tile as my breath came out in ragged gasps. I thought about his cock slamming into me till it hit my cervix.