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My pussy began to leak uncontrollably, the juices running down my thighs as my body reacted to the double invasion. Now I was completely pinned. Tyler was pounding into my ass, his thrusts deep and punishing, while Rex stepped back around to the front. He grabbed my legs, hiking them up over his shoulders, exposing my dripping pussy to the entire room. He dove back in, slamming his cock into me with everything he had.

“No filming. Yet. Impress us—or we post your bisexual meme pages to your moms.” Toni tossed a popcorn high, caught it in her mouth with a snap. “Checked your I***a stories” she said. “Rainbow flags. Thirst traps. Fucking each other won’t be a problem. Entertain.” Brianna licked butter from her fingers slow, eyes gleaming. “Make it gay. Make it hot. Make us wet” she said. “Or we leak your browser history—‘Twink gangbang 4K’.”

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air. Then Sasha, still trembling, slid down beside Abegail. Her face was flushed, triumphant. She kissed Abegail’s sweaty forehead. “You see, bestie? This is what freedom feels like.” Kael collapsed back onto the booth, his chest heaving. Leo slowly withdrew from Abegail’s pussy, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

The tail in Ben thrust deeper, hitting his spot, making his cock swell inside her. Chris in her ass felt the clench too, her muscles rippling. Sweat poured down their bodies, mixing with blood and cum scents. The basement air was thick with it—musk, smoke, sex. Ben came first, unable to hold back. 'Fuck, I'm cumming!' Thick ropes shot into her pussy, hot and pulsing. Lira's walls fluttered, milking every drop, sucking his essence until he went limp under her, panting, vision spotty. But she kept grinding, drawing more until he whimpered.

From the moment Ellen, Selena, and I had our first threesome at her friend's place, my fiancée's desires seem boundless. Shе is totally addicted to еаting оr having her рuѕѕу еаtеn. She still loves being fucked by a cock, mind you, but she is a bisexual through and through. Over the past few months, my fiancée, Selena, and her lesbian bestie, Ellen, were deceived by me into accepting a lesbian relationship. I did this because I wanted to spice up the relationship between my fiancée and me before we tie the knot.

I hope you will love Shawn and George's story as much as you loved Gunner and Layland's! Here is the blurb for After Hours Romance (Shawn and George's story): Shawn had already known deep inside of him that he is bisexual. But he did not want to accept it. He hid it and fought it, using his workaholic lifestyle as his own way of controlling his urges and the need inside him that wanted to get out and be free.

I asked, struck by an idea. "Either would probably be fine by me. I seem to enjoy both equally. I loved having sex with you last night, sir, but I loved being with Rose too. I didn't even mind Edward and Regina except for Ron suffering her invective and insults. For me, sex is sex and I'm not fussy about who I have it with." "Thereby doubling your chances for a date on Saturday night." "What, sir?" Reneé asked. "It's an old joke. Being bisexual doubles your chances of a date on Saturday night."