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“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

He buried his face between my thighs and ate me like a starving man — tongue fucking my hole, sucking my clit hard, two thick fingers pumping deep inside me. Elias leaned down and sucked on my nipples, biting and licking while Damien knelt beside my head and fed me his thick cock. I moaned around Damien’s shaft as Rafael devoured my pussy. The sounds were obscene — wet slurping, gagging, moaning. Damien fucked my mouth slowly, holding my head in place. “Take it deeper, baby,” he rasped. “Suck your boss’s cock while your landlord eats that sloppy pussy.” Elias whispered filthy praise against my breast. “You look so beautiful with three men using you. Your tits taste so good. I can’t wait to f

And number two, the annual MILF issue, according to last month's sneak preview, promised to deliver a whole host of hot, mature Asian honeys. Jimmy could hardly wait as, in his mind, there was nothing hotter than a sexy, mature Asian woman. And then there was his final reason for so desperately hoping the magazine was there. It was a long shot at best, actually more like impossible maybe, as such things could not exist, but still the old lady was convincing and seemed so sure of herself so maybe, just maybe...

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

I’d ridden his face until I squirted down his throat. He’d choked me with his cock until tears streamed down my cheeks and my pussy dripped onto the sheets. We’d used toys so big they left me gaping, role-played every taboo fantasy, and still… it wasn’t enough. There was one last dark, depraved desire I’d never dared say out loud. I wanted to be claimed by other men—multiple men—while Liam sat back and watched his princess get turned into a cum-soaked gangbang toy. Last week, it had all come spilling out.

On her laptop screen, two women were having passionate lesbian sex, one licking the other. I bit my lip hard. I didn’t know she was into girls. The sight of her touching herself like that made my own pussy throb instantly. I should have left. But I couldn’t move. Lynn’s fingers moved faster. She moaned louder, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck… yes…” she whispered. I slipped my hand into my shorts without thinking. I was already wet. I rubbed my clit slowly, watching her. My breath was shaky. I had fantasized about her so many times, but seeing her like this was something else.

“God yes, I want it so bad it hurts. I’ve been watching your tight little body squirm in my class every day, that short skirt flipping up when you cross your legs, showing me those smooth thighs, your tits bouncing every time you laugh at my jokes. Fantasizing nonstop about bending you right over this desk, hiking that skirt up, spanking your perky ass cheeks red and stinging before I drop to my knees and tongue-fuck your dripping young hole until you beg me to stop.” She yanked my hand fully under her skirt then, pressing my fingers right against the soaked lace covering her pussy, hot and slippery, her clit pulsing hard under my fingertips like a little heartbeat. She moaned low and deep,

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Alice said "So Nikki what's you're hobby"..I asked "Texting"...she replied immediately while we stared at her in amazement "Am kidding"...she said and we laughed "I love dancing".. I said "And I singing"...Alice said "Now will you tell us your real hobby?"...I asked "Oh, I love reading"..she said "Oh my gosh".. Alice screamed "You read?"...I asked in shock "Yeah"..I said "well I thought you would be a... "Spoilt brat"... She cut in

Thick globs of Blake’s and Nick’s cum slowly oozed out of me. Alessia licked her lips. “My turn, baby.” She slid two fingers straight into my cum-filled cunt without warning, pushing deep until her knuckles pressed against my entrance. I gasped sharply as she began finger-fucking me hard and fast, stirring the warm loads already inside me. “Oh my God…” I moaned, my hips twitching. “Fuck, you’re so sloppy,” she groaned in approval. “Hear that wet sound? Your pussy is literally bubbling with their cum.”