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I want to pound Carina so badly that she’ll regret leaving me behind, hanging with nothing. A list of thumbnails with sexy positions and beautiful women flood before me. By just merely seeing tits and pussies before Iget hard. I scroll the screen while as I look for the best one. I stop scanning the selection when I spot a hot blonde bombshell with a body of a p**n star masturbating on the screen. I click the window and play the flick.

I had a mischievous grin as I asked, "What kind do you like?" "Girls together and couples, but not the crazy, fake moaning ones. There's this website I'm on all the time that has a subreddit for something called passion porn. A bunch of it is amateur stuff, but the people love each other or have a really strong connection that you can see. It totally gets me off. What about you?"

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know her very well. "It's not the scenes you need to highlight, but the story patterns they use," explains Ben, "Almost all local eroticism stories have bed scenes in common." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same story, revolving around crotch matters.

Alia had earned her reputation the honest way—by fucking like it was her favorite subject. At twenty-one, with a body that turned heads in every hallway, she didn’t bother hiding it. Long dark hair that fell in messy waves down her back, full tits that strained against her tight white crop tops, and an ass that made even the quietest guys stare. She wasn’t ashamed. Why should she be? Sex felt good. Power felt better. And Alia loved both. Unlike Sarah, who loved getting railed in public places where anyone could walk by and watch, Alia preferred the thrill of almost getting caught. Quick, dirty fucks in bathrooms, empty lecture halls, or behind the gym. Today, it was Jackson.

It has just never occurred to me that one of them might be my own daughter. I'd searched for "Badgirl Anna" and eventually found her very professional-looking page. I had to subscribe to view it and I didn't hesitate. This is an emergency. I pull out my credit card and soon had access to the content on her site. The ton of content on her site. Sexy pictures of her, naked and topless, sometimes bending over. Never showing her pussy - I think that, at least, is something. Videos of her looking flirtatiously into the camera - playing with her breasts, turning around and bouncing her ass cheeks, pretending to masturbate.

To push those limits? Days turned into a week of texts. Lex was patient, never pushy. We'd banter about daily life…my frustrating client meetings, his site visits, then dip into deeper waters. "What's your fantasy?" he'd ask late at night. I'd hesitate, then type: >Being taken charge of. No decisions, just... intensity.,< His responses were measured: >Intensity comes in layers. Start slow.< We met again, this time for dinner at a quiet Italian place. Wine loosened my tongue, and I opened up about Peter how vanilla our sex had been…predictable and uninspired. Lex listened, his foot occasionally brushing mine under the table, a subtle tease.

“Tell Rex I’m not interested in being another notch on his bedpost. You two are unbelievable. Do you ever think about anything besides sex?” Mia leaned in, lowering her voice dramatically. “We think about money too. And right now, money and sex can go hand in hand.” Lila finally looked up, one eyebrow raised. “What are you talking about?” Jade pulled out her phone and slid it across the table. “There’s this website. It’s… discreet. Girls auction off their first time. Serious buyers. Serious money. Some of these girls are walking away with five figures for one night.” Lila stared at the screen. The site was sleek, professional-looking, with blurred photos and blurred profiles. The bids on the

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

"Is this what you wanted, Pearl? This surrender? This heat?" "Everything," she sobbed, her hips bucking back against me, seeking more depth, more friction. "I want everything from you." I reached around, my hand finding her clit and grinding against it with a cruel, steady pressure as I continued to drive into her. The double stimulation was too much. She let out a jagged, broken wail, her entire body seizing as she came, the walls of her pussy pulsing against me with a violent, beautiful intensity. The sensation pulled the seed right out of me. I let out a low, guttural roar, my body jerking as I spent myself deep inside her, pinning her to the desk until the last of the tremors faded into