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The three men sat around her, looking at the masterpiece they had shared. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a perfect mix of soft curves and raw, wild energy. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, knowing that this was a night that would haunt their dreams for a long time. The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever.

He bucked his hips into my hand. "You like that?" he growled. "Like feeling how hard you make my cock?" "Yes," I said, squeezing him tighter. "I want it now." He yanked my dress up to my waist fast. My black lace panties were dark and wet. His fingers hooked the edge and slid under. He found my swollen clit and rubbed slow circles. "So wet," he said, voice thick. "Your pussy is dripping for a stranger. Begging for my cock already." I whimpered and my head fell back against the door with a thud. "Don't stop... please."

Instead of yanking my skirt down and screaming for him to get out (as any sane person might do), my hand returned to its sinful work beneath my panties. A strangled gasp tore from Ethan’s throat as he realized what I was doing. He had taken another step back as if to leave, but now he went utterly still, eyes widening even more. He watched. I kept my gaze fixed on him, half in defiance, half in desperate need. My face was burning with embarrassment and arousal, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. The delicious pressure of my fingers on my clit again dragged me back from the brink of loss. My hips bucked against my hand and I let out a shuddering moan.

The most erotic sight I'd ever seen. I held her close, rocking my hips slowly while she came down from her high. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me like a little heart ㅡ so fucking cute. I kissed her neck softly while I thrusted deeply into her again. "Such a good girl..." I whispered against her skin.

“Too often, society expects women to suppress their desires, to only express them for a man’s benefit. But it’s completely normal—and natural, might I add—to explore and understand oneself.” I felt my cheeks warm again. “I suppose you’re right,” I mumbled, although now I just felt even more awkward thanks to that little lecture. “If reading erotica brings you pleasure or helps you relax, then who am I to judge?” He glanced at me briefly, a sincere expression on his face. “And honestly, it’s better than some alternatives, like pornography. At least it’s fictional and doesn’t harm real people. And it’s imaginative.” Despite myself, a small smile crept onto my lips. “That’s… very progressive of

"Because all women are beautiful in their own way and unique. Not to mention variety is enjoyable. The women see each other every day but can still have their head turned by another beautiful woman. Seeing a different one is arousing. One can imagine themselves making love to that woman." "Do you imagine having sex with other naked women?" Anthony asked us, the women of the group. "I always imagine myself with women," Rhonda said. "I never imagine myself with men, and yes, I love to look at different women, although women generally, are not as visually oriented as men. We enjoy porn less and erotic literature more, allowing our imaginations do the heavy lifting."

She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

squeezing the Strong men's hands. "If you can't, let someone have him who will enjoy what he's offering," I said, "and take care of him. You know, it was the reading material of Julia's which prompted me to ask if she wanted to try slavery and share her initially. Almost all of them featured submission and she read a lot of reverse harem books where one woman is expected to service multiple men. You're the first real example I've seen of it in real life. I now know two women with multiple woman slaves and one other male with two slaves, but only you with two men. I know they're not submissive to you, but how do you like it?" "I adore it," Regina replied. "While sex with Ron was never bad, it

I slowly bring my knees up, spreading my legs wide, giving him a full view of my pussy. He groans lowly, his eyes going dark with lust. I keep my eyes locked on him, and I start playing with myself. My left hand grabs my boob , rolling my nipple between my fingers, I slip the hand down into my pussy rubbing my clit slowly, before lining to fingers by my entrance tapping on it softly, the wet sounds filling the air. I deep to fingers into my tight hole moaning from the stretch as my eyes zeroed in Chris hand as he stroked his cock faster.

Lord Blackwood’s deep, dangerous voice whispered hotly against my ear. My blood ran cold. “You enjoy listening to me fuck other women, little maid?” His free hand slid down my body, gripping my hip possessively. “Then perhaps it’s time you learn what it feels like to be the one beneath me.”