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I was very hesitant about letting him, but he was cute, sexy, and we had been friends for a while. We looked each other in the eyes and he put my hair behind my ears. I went in for the kiss and we made out sensually for about 2 minutes. He was grabbing my breasts a little bit. He laid me down on the couch. I was wearing a black halter top, white jean shorts, and an anklet. He unzipped my shorts and he took them off. I was massaging my own breasts while he was stripping my shorts. He started by fingering me. I laid my head back and moaned. His fingers were nice and pleasurable. He fingered me for about 5 minutes until he found my g spot. I didn’t squirt surprisingly but I was teased and edged

It was a wonder I spotted her in the crowd. Yet there she stood, dressed in a pair of Jean bum shorts with a net top and a pink bikini top underneath in an airport. The way her shorts gripped her ass instantly gave me a hard-on. Her jet black hair and big blue eyes captivated me almost as much as her barely covered curves. She practically has innocence and inexperience written all over her. Something about the way she could pass for a sexy-as-hell nun combined with those unbelievable tits and perfectly tight ass has my cock so hard it hurts. One look, and I know no man has given her the kind of orgasms she deserves--the kind of treatment she deserves.

"I need you. My body hurts." "Then you can have me." I ran my hand down her side as I kissed at her soft mouth, licking and sucking at her bottom lip as I slipped my hand in between us. Her shorts were so incredibly tiny, so hot. It took very little effort to work down to her flesh, but when I did, time stopped. She was drenched, so wet and sticky that I couldn't help but think she'd already come a few times in her sleep. "Shit," I moaned and kissed her again before pushing up and working on her shorts. "I don't have a condom, Erica. Just let me touch you, baby."

“Take my cock like the little slut that you are.” My body clenched around him, head thrown back, eyes hooded and raw uncontrollable moans left my throat. I caught Angel’s pathetic state from the corner of my eye. Her skirt was ripped up to her waist, legs spread open, such that I could see her glistening pink pussy as she worked her fingers on them, trying to chase her release. My gaze landed on her tits, they were full and percky, as if inviting me to take them between my teeth and suck them till she was a trembling mess.

“You’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you, baby? That virgin cock hard in your shorts while you tried to focus on anything else.” He nodded, his cheeks flushed. The front of his shorts was already tented, a small wet spot forming where his tip leaked. I stepped closer, pressing my bare breasts against his chest as I tugged his shorts down. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and throbbing, the head shiny with fresh pre-cum.

Dad and Linda had traumatized me. I turned on my laptop to find something to calm the throbbing ache between my legs. My shorts were already halfway down my thighs when my cock sprang free, thick and leaking, a fat bead of precum rolling down the head. I hissed through my teeth at the cool air hitting it. I scrolled fast, landing on my favourite video. The one I kept coming back to. College guy, older woman; stepmom trope, MILF p**n, obviously.

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“I can’t believe I did that.” Joe’s voice was a low, shaky rumble. “You have no idea how sexy that was. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She looked over at him, her lips parted in a dazed smile. “You’re hard.” “No shit,” he laughed, glancing down. “I could rip through these damn shorts.” Kiera’s eyes darkened. She crawled onto her knees in the seat, leaned over, and kissed him. Then her hand slid into his waistband. “Mmm. You’re soaked. You really liked that.”

His mouth found the sensitive spot behind my ear and I was so into the shuddering sensation his grazing teeth elicited that I didn’t even realize he’d pulled my shorts halfway down my legs. I looked down at my bare thighs and the sight of my darkening blue panties made me flush all over. Damn I was wet. Demetrio ripped the flimsy material down along with my shorts and they dropped to the floor at his feet. The coldness of the countertop bit into my ass cheeks, adding to my arousal.

She was performing a play, and I was the only audience member she cared about. I looked down. My gym shorts were thin. The tent in my pants was huge, an undeniable, throbbing reminder of exactly what I was feeling. She saw it. Her eyes dropped, caught the movement, and her smile turned into a wide, wicked grin. "Oh, look," she teased, her voice dropping to a low, rough growl. "Your cock doesn't lie, does it? It’s so big... so ready for me..." She abandoned the vibrator for a split second, her hand joining her fingers as she worked her clit with a savage, uncaring speed.