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It felt like watching a gay p**n, but it was much better than that. Andrea watched the scene unfold before her. She witnessed James willingly take the bottom position, spreading his legs so Liam could take his place on top of him. She watched with wide eyes as Liam held his dripping cock, pointing it at her husband's twitching hole before slamming inside him with one thrust that made James scream. Andrea didn't know what to feel as she watched her husband take it like a good boy, sobbing in pleasure and begging his best friend to never stop. Skin slapping and their moans filled their room.

Transgurls too, that were sexy as hell. I was buying drinks for a couple of gurls and a bottom gay friend of theirs. In the evening, dancing, drinking or whatever, they were all talking about gay sex and that one of the gurls, the most petite and really good looking one, was way out of my league, she was quite "butch". Her name was Aline, and I went home with her.

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His eyes traced the used condoms on the floor, the used condoms that were used on him. Hayden's right hand made its way to his hair. His heart began to beat faster as he slowly tried to arrange his thoughts. He disliked gays ever since that incident, but how come he wasn't disgusted by Zenos's? Don't tell him that he wasn't straight from the beginning. No, he shook his head and cleaned his tears. Last night he still felt irritated by a man who was trying to seduce him, so how come? He soon stood up while ignoring his throbbing and painful behind, but it still hurt like hell. He could hardly walk. That man really ate him dry! He thought in anger.

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Chapter 16 I could hear nothing but screams. I don't know what kind of kiss it was, or if a kiss has any kind, I just know that I'm drowning in the way he kisses. He sucked on my lips, and our tongues fought. I caught my breath when he walked away. He was still holding my neck. Before walking away, he whispered. "A gay man can kiss a woman, Secretary Gillian," he whispered and walked away. In an instant, his gayness returned.

Forgot to give this friendly warning… This story contains: Gangbang, Anal, DP, TP, dirty language, and some others. Read at your own risk… . . Maddison stepped into her favorite underground sex club, hidden deep in the city’s seedy underbelly, and the second she crossed the threshold, the air hit her like a drug. It was the only air she’d ever truly breathed since she first started having sex. Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in.

"He’s old enough to be your father. You gave yourself to him?" "It isn’t that way…" The protest is weak, automatic. "We didn’t do anything until we got married, I swear it." "And you think that makes it okay?" Gayle fires back, stepping closer. "You marry a man just to have sex without the pressure of sinning? Is that it? Is that what this is?" "I love him!" The declaration bursts out of me, desperate and true. "I didn’t marry him for sex. And I didn’t send this text to Zayne."

Then a half minute later, our four bodies lay limp on the big bed, sapped by a couple hours’ worth of vigorous carnal exertion. “So this is what heaven’s like,” I said. “Yeah,” Layla agreed. “And we’ve got on three more days and nights to look forward to!” Yes, there were memorable moments ahead for all eight of us on this sexiest of getaways. One group encounter would involve an elaborate set of silk blindfolds and scarves. Then there was the big Sunday afternoon encounter in which Joseph, Al, Jack and I gangbanged my Layla, while Brittany, Karla and Yvonne masturbated together and urged us on with nasty talk.