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The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, legs parting, and the muscular woman joined, sucking my nipple through the fabric, her hands squeezing my breast. The blonde produced a sleek vibrator from a nearby table, turning it on low and pressing it against my clit, the hum sending jolts through me. The redhead’s fingers entered me, two at first, stretching my wet cunt, while the brunette kissed my neck, whispering, “Cum for us.” I rocked against the toy, the sensations overwhelming, and came hard, pussy clenching, juices coating their hands as I crie

Elena shoved the ruined dress up to her waist, exposing that perfect, punished ass. “Stay,” she ordered. She disappeared for ten seconds and came back with the strap-on she kept in the bedroom drawer (thick, black silicone, eight inches of unforgiving). She buckled it on right there, watching Liana watch her in the reflection of the dark windows. Lightning flashed, illuminating them both: Elena tall and feral, cock jutting obscene and proud; Liana bent over, dripping rain and arousal in equal measure.

He seemed like he was getting a little less flustered by the end of the fourth day, so the next day she brought out the leather. Hannah had purchased a single pair of faux leather booty shorts, and they had the same fit as those first shorts, but the details weren't hidden by the pattern. And they went much deeper, as they were lingerie and made to emphasize and display. The fabric pressed directly against her naked asshole, no way to wear panties under these, or perhaps she'd just chosen not to. They pressed into her pussy at all times, too, emphasizing her hairless slit just a little bit. If you looked closely while she worked, you could see a trail of girlcum trickling down her leg, and i

Curves in all the right places, a natural artistry that makes my mind feel like it’s about to split into two, one half screaming in alarm, the other half roaring in pure, unadulterated desire. The sun, a benevolent spotlight, catches her, illuminating the delicate planes of her face, the rich, warm tone of her caramel skin. She glows. Truly, madly, deeply glows. She’s the most exquisite, beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And then there is that ass. That utterly perfect, beautiful curve, a testament to some divine sculptor. She's wearing denim shorts. Or should I say, *bum shorts*, as some ladies call them. They are practically so short that the fabric barely skims the apex of her

Hi everyone 🥰🥰 Mha Nitta here, how's our weekend going? After the next two chapters I'll be releasing an erotica experience of a friend who is in a talking stage with me. He has a weird fetish for short black skirts 😂. I found it so hilarious though. Forget the fact that we're friends 😂😂 It's weird.

I had to fix myself before any of that. My mate curled her body around the stuffed animal, her eyelashes fluttering close to her cheeks. Uriel dressed her body in small silk shorts with knee-high socks. I would never have admitted this to anyone, but that was something I absolutely loved about a woman. Something about her white thighs peeking through a small opening between her shorts and their covered knees I found erotic.

Through my shorts, he rubbed slow, devastating circles that made my hips jerk. “Do you feel that?” he murmured, eyes locked on me as his touch drove me insane. “That’s your body begging for me and I want you to beg more, but not with your lips. I want your body to speak to me.” He said as he tapped my wetness lightly. His hands moved around me as he kept teasing me with shorts still on. “Luca…please,” I whimpered, trying to hold back and he tore my shorts like they were nothing. The sound of fabric ripping filled the room, and my heart thudded wildly as my body was laid bare for him.

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

It had become semi transparent and I could clearly see the outlines of her nipples and the surrounding darker areas. As I looked down towards her leg, I saw what looked like the outline of her ‘cunnies’ pushing against the thin material. My mamba was showing its appreciation for such sight by trying to bust through my shorts. I was still watching her when suddenly she knelt down before me, zipped down my shorts and brought out my already stiff mamba and began s-----g it.

I slide down my shorts, letting my erection free. I'm masturbating as Kate massages her perfect little tits. She leans down, trying to get a nipple in her mouth, not quite big enough. She steps back from the bed and time goes into slow mo, as her fingers slide inside the waistband of her shorts and push them down. I have to stop stroking. I'm too close to cumming.