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Lucas kept thrusting, grunting with every deep stroke. He suddenly stood up, still inside me, and carried me to the edge of the hot tub. He bent me over the side, my breasts pressed against the cool deck, and slammed back inside me from behind. He railed me mercilessly, his hips slapping against my ass, water splashing everywhere. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, spanking me. “I’m going to fill this pussy until you’re dripping my cum all the way home.” I came again, screaming into my arm as my pussy gushed around him. Lucas groaned and buried himself deep, pumping thick ropes of hot cum into me.

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Célia His lips on my skin are a devouring and gentle fire. When he kisses the inside of my knees, a flash of pleasure so sharp, so unexpected, pierces through me. A moan escapes my throat. His hands, wide and warm, travel up my thighs, pushing aside the panels of my slip. The cool air of the room on my bare skin makes me shiver, but the heat of his mouth, his hands, is far more intense.

In the next moment she felt them painting the tight skin of her anus. She tensed herself against the expected intrusion but when it came she welcomed it, icy hot sensations like flames wrapped in snow shot through her and the walls of her pussy quivered with need. She pushed herself against the fingers, trying to force them in further. "That's it," Gabe said. "Ride my fingers, Rachel. Let me feel the inner muscles of your ass tighten around them. God, you are so hot and tight. Every time I take you here it's like the first time. Sometimes when I'm undercover in that terrorist cell, waiting for whatever's coming next, I think about fucking your ass. With my cock, with my fingers, any way I ca

Her mouth hung open slightly, eyes flickering between me and my cock. I stroked it once slowly. The tip was flushed, glistening with precum. “You made a mess on my fingers,” I said. Ava bit her lip. Leah grabbed the back of her neck and forced her forward a little, her other hand resting lightly on the top of Ava’s spine. “Look at that cock,” Leah purred. “That’s what good girls get when they cum so pretty.” Ava licked her lips. I saw the way she swallowed. Her thighs still trembled from the high, but her eyes burned now — that greedy, dangerous heat that told me she wasn’t even close to done.

Black, fierce, and dangerous, just like him. My stupid brain betrayed me again, whispering how impossibly hot it looked, how badly I wanted to trace it with my tongue. Christian caught me staring. His smirk widened, hot and cocky. “Like what you see, little tigress?” “Shut up,” I tried to sound fierce, but my eyes betrayed me again by lingering on the ink, on the ridges of his chest, and the hard lines of his stomach. My hands itched to touch him, and fuck. I hated that.