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I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.

Watching the red welts bloom instantly as she yelps and sobs louder, her soaked pussy clenching greedily around nothing. "Wider, Lenny! Show me that breedable slit!" I bark. She kicks off her heels and spreads those trembling legs like an obedient whore, pulling her ass cheeks apart to reveal her winking, dripping hole. The sight makes my cock throb painfully. "Like this? Spank me harder… make me bruise! Then ruin me, Caleb… my body’s on fire! Breed this crying whore… pump your thick load straight into my womb! I need it, please!" she begs through sniffles and sobs.

I could not look away. Somehow, it was just different. This wasn’t some stranger’s cock, it was Adrian’s. And it was kind of satisfying, looking through these videos I couldn’t give a damn about, but showing Adrian and watching his reactions, how easily affected he was just from some porno. There was that whole body flush that stained his cheeks red and spread down his chest, all the way to the tip of his cock. The sheen of sweat on his forehead. The way his breathing sped up, and hitched when I showed him something he especially liked.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. Late Night Training "RILEY'S POV" The gym was completely empty at 10:17 PM. Just the low hum of the air conditioning and the sound of my own heavy breathing. I was bent over the weight bench, ass pushed high in the air, doing Romanian deadlifts. My tight black leggings clung to my curves like a second skin, and my sports bra barely contained my full breasts. I knew exactly what I was doing.

"Are you crazy? This isn't high school, we're grown ass wome-" "Shh!" Beth stared at the boys as they swam around in the pool. Before I could protest, both of our attention went to William as he stepped out of the pool. I swear, it looked like something out of a movie scene. He pushed his hair away from his face, letting his trademark curls fall back in front of his face again. His body was perfect, a nice set of abs and muscular arms to compliment his tall frame. He grabbed a towel off of the pool chair and used it to dry his curls.

“She’s getting dick from everywhere too. There are at least twenty videos we have found with partners. All the men are packing.” “Are there any more with this guy? This is the best.” “No,” Lee shook his head. “Most of them are with this big dark-skinned dude with braids. She acts like a regular porn star in those and all the others, doing it for the dick. This,” he pointed at his screen, “she was fucking the man. Not just his junk. It’s wicked. You should watch it from the beginning.” That monstrous energy inside of me was burned from the sock for a long time, but it was starting to bubble to the surface again, raging larger than ever before. “DID. YOU. FIND. HER?!”

The rays of the morning sun seeped through Taro's window while he laid on the bed, his bed sheet covered his naked body. Taro enjoyed the cold atmosphere of the room, immersed in the p**n video of a petite Japanese girl and a gym man making love to each other during a gym session. His hand gripped his d**k, lightly stroking it. Just as things were getting intense, his phone chimed in with impeccable bad timing. Taro grudgingly picked up his boss's call. "Good morning sir," He greeted the strict man.

I licked my lips and my pussy grew moist as the needs of the flesh took control of me. He suddenly got up, and walked out of sight. I groaned in frustration feeling cheated. as I was turning away he just as suddenly reappeared in the room and began working out again. In the doorway a tall, slender black woman loosed her hair from the bun on her head. Her long, silky black hair fell along her shoulders to the middle of her back. She gazed upon the man as he pushed the weights up and down. She too admired his brute strength.

Then I spotted him. Off the main path, on a bench, stretching one leg up—late thirties, maybe forty, white, built thick and solid like he actually used his body for something real. Gray tank drenched, sticking to his pecs. Black shorts hugging those thighs, and when he leaned into the stretch—Jesus Christ—the fabric stretched tight over his bulge. Thick outline, heavy hang even soft. My pussy spasmed hard, a deep, greedy clench that sent slick heat rushing down. My clit pulsed once, twice, like it was begging already. Thighs turned slippery inside five seconds. I faltered mid-step. Slowed to a jog, then a walk.

I ask and open the browser. "I'll type it in." His arms go to either side of me as he types on the keyboard. I watch as he clicks search and a very kinky website pops up. The background is red and black and there are multiple pictures of naked men in all sorts of positions having sex. "Did you just put on a porn website?" I ask. It's definitely porn as there are tonnes of videos and categories to click on. "Yes I put on a porn website. It specialises in gay bdsm which is exactly what we need," he explains while scrolling down.