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Her pussy twitched and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Asana lowered her head, taking the prince’s cock deeper into her wet mouth. Inch-by-inch she took him in as her hand held his shaft firmly in place. Darius moaned and his hips began moving a little as he enjoyed the heat and wetness of Asana’s mouth around his thick love stick. He pushed her head further down his shaft as he worked hard to resist the urge to pump his cock in and out of her mouth.

WARNING: Mature content read at your own risk if you are uncomfortable skip the chapter @AVISHKA POV@ I don't know when I slept peacefully yesterday I'm so happy because I gave my virginity to him only to love of my life those idiots fooled me and tortured me I will kill them but let me save aunt first I opened my eyes when sunrays fallen on me really I became shameless we made love on terrace this beast didn't left me whole night I reached my climax many times but he is still energetic

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

But no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find any relevant information. Almost on impulse, I opened that online post again. Mason had updated it. "Just finished with her in that bunny costume. Didn't even wash it before I had her wear it to greet my idiot buddy. The thought alone cracks me up." Someone immediately commented below. "OP, didn't that guy just get a vasectomy? You're making his wife wear that? Can he even perform?" Mason replied quickly. "Don't worry, I already prepared some medicine for him. Check out the photo."

“Don’t be an ass. Just tell me what feels good.” The way Ansel looms over me, so tall and strong and intense—it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. His jaw works, and his eyes are dark. “You feel good. Christ, okay. Okay. Open up, Philomena. Show me that tongue.” It should feel goofy, kneeling for my boss with my mouth open, his grip in my hair, but it doesn’t. I’m so turned on, I’m panting for air. The penthouse windows are dark, the city skyline glittering, and here we are, tucked away from it all. Doing something we shouldn’t.

Anything. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, rough and insistent. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite biting into her bare thighs as her short dress hiked up dangerously high. The pink lace thong was exposed again, damp from her earlier masturbation and the dream’s lingering heat. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips, and she felt it—the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core through his jeans. “Aaron… we can’t,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice a shaky whisper. But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.

, and pressed her own intimacy against my lascivious cock. We were worse than the most indecent animals in the world. Worse than rabbits, who had sex just for pleasure and very fast. The two were on the verge of surrendering. The two knew what was coming after that queench that went up from the feet to the spine. But they both wanted to prolong the situation. And Joana held firmly in the hand that I held on her hip, as in a silent warning that I couldn't even think of stopping. We would only stop when there was no more strength, when she couldn't breathe anymore.

His whole demeanor is dripping sex, and dude hasn’t even gotten started. “Whoa,” I say. He cocks his head, his hands starting to unbutton his vest. “Tell me your name, pretty.” “Um,” I say, watching as he peels the vest off and swivels his hips. “Don’t you want to tell me?” he coos. Okay, he’s good. “Gabriel.” “Gabriel,” he repeats, and the way he says it almost turns me on. I shake my head and focus.

Liza scrambled onto her knees, presenting herself to him. Her ass in the air, her pussy exposed and dripping. He knelt behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks wide. He didn’t enter her pussy first. The blunt, hot head of his cock pressed against her asshole, a shocking, intimate invasion. “Relax,” he murmured, pushing against the tight ring of muscle.