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." I touched his face. "Like another cage door opening. Does it bother you?" "Bother me?" He laughed darkly. "Princess, it turns me on beyond measure. Watching you discover your sexuality, watching you embrace every part of yourself—that's fucking beautiful." He kissed me deeply. "Elena's joining us again tonight. And this time, I want to watch you truly be with her. Not just her touching you while I fuck you. I want to see you explore this new part of yourself." Heat flooded through me. "What do you mean?" "You'll see." His smile was wicked. "But first, I need to know—do you want this? Really want it? Not just because it pleases me, but because you're genuinely curious about being with a wo

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Valerie Said and smirked. She walked towards her bed and climbed on it she hovered over Psalm and claimed her lips kissing her madly. Valerie is a bisexual she does both boys and girls. Psalm also kissed her back, Valerie took her hand underneath Psalm skirt shifted her panties to one side and slid three fingers into Psalm p**sy. Psalm broke the kiss and let out a loud moan as Valerie started fingering her. Psalm easily tore off Valerie's tank top her two big breasts bounced out.

We had changed in front of each other several times but she's never noticed that after she leaves, I have to pleasure myself. Her blonde curly hair bounced as she jestered with her hands describing something as I slowly made my way to her. I knew she was bisexual by the way she would take both male and female customers, they would always leave more than satisfied. I needed to try this for my sake, I just didn't know how she felt about me. I placed my hands on her waist, and she stopped suddenly and gave me a confused look. I had never put my clothes back on after Kale and I had sex, but waiting for this long had my horniness through the roof. I glided my hands towards her double D breasts be

Michelle said as she looked at him. “Not an excuse.” He said softly. “Now for two.” He began to use his finger in her core. He knew the places that he needed to have touched and pressure on because he wanted to get her off a few more times before he called in the therapist to give her a rub down. He knew which one he would have come in. Michelle seemed to enjoy both of them with their different approaches, but she relaxed a bit more with the female massage therapist. That was just as important to him watching her find out that a bisexual experience was something she actually enjoyed.

Elena’s mouth watered at the sight of the very obvious bulge in his pants. He climbed onto the bed between her spread thighs and simply looked at her for a long moment, drinking in her desperation. “You’ve been such a good girl tonight,” he praised, voice like dark velvet. “But I’m not done tormenting you.” He produced a small, powerful wand vibrator. Turning it on low, he pressed it firmly against her clit. Elena cried out, hips bucking as much as her bonds allowed. “Oh god—Sir, please—”

I held my neck with my hand like a slut, hoping he barges in again. I hit orgasm, he still isn’t here like I wished. I walked to his room still soaked, and I found him touching himself while looking at my picture. His shoulder carved, and the deep v of his torso, his tight abs, and the thick curved cock in his hand. He walked to me, grabbed me and I kissed him. His hands went down to my ass and he carried me. Four steps and he dropped me on the bed, spreading my legs. I pulled off my panties as he squeezed my hard nipples, I gasp and moaned soflty,

“Now you get to watch what real cocks can do.” The bedroom door opened by itself. Two men stepped in. At least… they used to be men. Both were tall, heavily muscled, skin slightly very red under the lights and when a shadowy edge. Their eyes glowed faint orange, and their cocks hung thick and heavy, with unreal lengths, bouncing as they walked in, and already leaking thick precum that smelled like smoke and sex. Lila dropped to her knees like a starving whore and began stroking them, one hand on each.

My mouth watered. “Look at that pretty pink pussy,” he murmured. “Still dripping from earlier. You love being used, don’t you, Hazel?” “Yes, Derick,” I whispered, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. He rolled his chair closer. “Crawl to me.” I did, on all fours, stopping between his spread thighs. His cock stood thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. It looked even bigger up close. “Clean it first,” he said, voice dark. “With your tongue.”

“He kind of works with us. Doesn’t technically live with us but he’s mostly around. And he’s really young. He walked in on me… you know… jerking off. And he just watched. That kind of did something to me.” My eyebrows climbed. “He watched?” “Yeah. Now I can’t stop myself from thinking about it. Wanting him to walk in on me again.” Jesus. That was messed up. Hot in a forbidden way, but messed up. “Did he make any attempt at you?” I asked carefully. “Do you know if he’s into guys as well?” “He said he was bisexual.” “Jeff…” “I know. I know how it sounds. But Kale… I can’t shake it.”