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He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h

It was more like a drug that I couldn't get enough of. And I wasn't going to lie, I loved getting under his skin, pushing his buttons just a little bit. It's not like I was walking around naked or anything. These bum shorts were cute and fun, perfect for a party like this. Plus, they made me feel confident and sexy and wasn't that what mattered most? If anything, Eric should be proud he got a wife like me who was confident enough to flaunt what she got.

She grabbed an empty beer bottle from the fridge to use as a prop, then bent over the island—slow, deliberate—ass pushed out, back arched, the shorts riding up to expose the lower curve of her cheeks. Ryan stepped behind her. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs hooking under the waistband. “Lower,” he murmured. She bent deeper, tits pressing against the cold granite, nipples aching. Ryan’s fingers traced the seam of her shorts, dipping between her thighs to feel how drenched she was. “Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he rasped. “Just from the thought of them touching you.” He rubbed her clit through the fabric—slow, teasing circles—while his other hand slid up her back, under the tank, pinc

Lara slid her hand down beneath the waistband of her shorts. The first touch was tentative, testing. A slow rub that had her breathing out a shaky sigh. The danger of it, the proximity of her roommate only a few feet away, made her pulse throb harder. She pushed deeper, fingers finding slickness, circling her clit in lazy strokes.

The top is a simple porous singlet and below is a skinny short that clings to the hard muscles of his legs, showcasing his rich cock. Fat. Sinful. Beads of sweat drop from his chin as he lifts the weight. It lands on his shorts, right around his groin. The sweaty map makes the bold visual too glaring. “Why do all good men have to be taken?” I groan, feeling my hand rub my breasts. I tease, stroking from one breast to the other, teasing my nipples. ‘Take your eyes off this one, bitch!’ My mind groans. ‘This is off limits.’

I cried out, arching back against him as he pumped slow and deep. I clutched the sheets, panting. He pulled down my shorts and I kicked them off completely before slipping his fingers in again. “You wear those tiny little shorts and come into my room. Into my bed and grind on my cock.” “I didn’t mean to come in here,” I whimpered. “But you didn’t leave either.” His fingers sped up. I moaned even louder now. “You were gonna come all over my fingers like a needy little slut. Maybe I should leave you hanging longer.”

“You’re such a good boy, Greg. Does this turn you on? Touching your mom’s best friend like this?” I nod, breathing fast. “Yes, a lot.” She smiles wickedly and glances down at the obvious tent in my shorts. “I can see that, look how hard you are for me.” She reaches out and cups my bulge, stroking me slowly through the fabric, I gasp loudly. “Take your shorts off,” she orders softly. “I want to see that young cock.” My hands move almost on their own, I push my shorts and boxers down, my hard cock springs free, leaking at the tip. Mrs. Harper wraps her soft, warm hand around me and strokes slowly, teasing the head with her thumb.

I looked forward to it. I chose the outfit carefully. No bra again—didn’t see the point. A thin white cotton camisole, almost see-through when the light hit it right. Tiny black sleep shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No panties. The seam of the shorts pressed directly against my clit every time I moved. Torture. Delicious torture.

I took my hand to his shirt and started to unbutton it, taking it off before unbuckling his pants and pulling them along with the boxers in one Swift and his cock came into view. "I then took off my short mini dress in one Swift letting myself be completely naked since I was not wearing any panties or bra under. I then pulled Aiden into the room with me. I grabbed his cock and placed it into Gabrielle's mouth." She got scared since she did not imagine seeing us since both her eyes were closed since she is busy fucking herself with her dildo. She opened her mouth without any protest since she wanted it and I went over to her hand and took away the dildo she was holding, stopping her from her