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“It’s perfect for beginners. You can see my face, watch my reactions, control the depth, and kiss me while you fuck me. Come here.” I crawled between her thighs, heart hammering. My cock was so hard it almost hurt, the head angry and leaking. Elara reached down and wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly as she guided me to her entrance. “Rub the head up and down my slit first,” she instructed. “Get it nice and wet with my cum. Tease my clit.” I obeyed, sliding my throbbing cock along her soaked folds. She moaned softly every time I bumped her sensitive clit.

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

“I think about your pussy and this cock all day. I can’t focus in class I touch myself in the bathroom thinking about you using me.” She growled and flipped me onto my hands and knees, slamming back inside from behind. The new angle hit even deeper, battering my cervix. One hand reached around to rub my swollen clit furiously while the other gripped my hip, yanking me back onto every thrust. I was drooling onto the sheets, ass up like a bitch in heat. “Cum on it, Kiara. Make a mess on your stepmom’s fat cock baby.”

He stilled for a moment, buried to the root, his balls against her butt, them both gasping. Then he began to move. His thrusts weren't gentle. They were deep, hard, and piercingly precise. With every thrust of his hips, his balls slapped onto her wet, sensitized clit, delivering shockwaves of ecstasy to her supersensitive tissue. The coarse, animal sounds he made, the crackle of skin against skin, the rippling and tightening of muscle beneath her fingers, it was the most erotically intense thing she'd ever experienced. Varya leaned across them, her chest pressed against Aris's arm. She took Joren's lips in a hard, starved kiss, then turned and did the same to Aris, so they could taste each o

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

She bit down on her lower lip to stifle any sound, her pretend sleep a fragile mask as arousal flooded her veins like molten lava. He didn’t pull away. Instead, after that frozen moment of surprise, his hand on her pussy resumed its tormenting rhythm, fingers circling her clit with renewed confidence. The fabric of her panties was soaked now, clinging to her swollen folds, and each stroke sent waves of pleasure rippling through her. He’s not stopping, Bella realized, a mix of panic and excitement churning in her gut. He thinks I’m asleep, or maybe he doesn’t care. Either way, I’m dripping for him. My clit is aching, throbbing under his touch—it’s like he knows exactly how to play me. She fou

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away. He hadn’t noticed me. He was too lost in his own pleasure. My breathing deepened. The guilt I had felt earlier dissolved, replaced by a rush of heat between my legs. Without thinking, I slipped my right hand into my panties, feeling the damp lace cling to me. My left arm stayed braced against the wall, but my left hand rose to cup my breast, fingers teasing my nipple through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I shut my eyes briefly, letting the sensations spread through me, the slow circles over my clit, the sharp tug of my nipple. When I opened them again, Bruno was still stroking himself, stil

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."