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My head tipped back, a quiet whimper escaping my lips before I could stop it. “Eyes open,” he said, his tone rougher now. “I want you to watch yourself fall apart.” Then his hand trailed lower, sliding beneath the waistband of my pants. My stomach clenched. His fingers dipped between my folds that were already slick, and he groaned like he’d been waiting for this all night. “Fuck, you’re wet already,” he said, his grin curling against my throat. “That text did its job, huh?” I choked on a sound, my face burning. He didn’t give me time to answer before two of his fingers slid inside me, stretching me, pushing in deep before dragging back out. The noise was obscene, it was slick, wet and echoe

She had imagined this moment countless times, rehearsed conversations and scenarios in her head, letting them bloom like the roses he cared for so tenderly. Imaginations where those strong, capable hands weren’t planting petunias, but were mapping the territory of her body, where that quiet voice wasn’t offering gardening tips, but was whispering filthy, desperate things in her ear as he moved over her, in her, fucking her senseless until the world dissolved into a scream. It was a primal, raw hunger, and Steven Hayes was the only feast that would satisfy it. The boys her age, with their loud voices and clumsy hands, were plastic toys. He was carved in oak and tempered steel.

"Do you think I like staying away from you? Do you think it’s easy for me to watch you smile at someone else? To see another man touch you, make you laugh, stand beside you where I used to be?" He thumped his chest with his fist, the sound sharp in the quiet hallway. "It fucking hurts, Rhea." His breathing was ragged now. He looked at her, eyes filled not with desire, but with heartbreak. "I know I can’t love you like that. You know I can’t. I’m gay, Rhea. And you’ve always known that."

I’d always sneak off to the gay sections instead, stroking myself raw to guys getting railed, bred, and turned into moaning sluts. Jayden noticed my silence. “What do you think? Hot, right?” I hesitated, then the words just spilled out. “Yeah… I’ve always loved gay p**n too. Like, a lot.” He paused, then grinned wider. “No shit? Why didn’t you say something sooner, man?” He turned the volume up. On screen, the bottom was bent over, ass up, while the top slammed into him balls-deep. Wet slapping sounds filled the small room—the top’s heavy balls smacking against that stretched hole, the bottom whimpering and begging for more cock. “Fuck yes, ruin me,” the guy on screen moaned as cum started l

The chaos of the gala fueled it, every gasp and flash replaying while I fucked him deep. “Harder,” he panted, grinding down. I flipped us best I could in the tight space, pinning him beneath me on the seat. Thrusts turned punishing, raw. His legs wrapped around me. We came together shuddering, messy and loud, bodies trembling in the aftermath. I stayed buried in him a minute, catching my breath. The city hummed outside. Everything had fallen apart and pieced back weird. “I think I can get used to being gay,” I said, voice rough but real.

Along with the usual suspects, he found a book with two anime guys kissing on the cover. "That's my sisters," Kiaan blurted, grabbing the book. "Girls like that to read that sort of thing?" Sammy asked. "Most of those things are written by women for women, hence why they are so sickeningly romantic," Caine input, momentarily turning away from his work at the computer. Sammy smiled, unsure of how to respond to that. Were gay relationships typically less romantic than straight ones? He hoped not. The idea of just jumping straight into bed with the first guy he met scared him on so many levels. He wanted to go through the flirty beginnings and the dating phase.

Either way, I could hardly move on when I saw how his balls were swinging violently as it slapped against her butt cheeks during sex. “So that's what happened,” I concluded my story. “So in conclusion, you just realized you're gay,” Andrew nodded his head in all seriousness. I was really going to punch this idiot. Skylar rubbed her chin, a small, amused smirk playing on her lips. "Well, Luke, if you're really that curious about the texture and weight... why don't you just reach down and feel your own?" “Why the fuck are you even giving him that—” I blinked, completely deadpan. "I did."

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Alex's hands roamed over my skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. The room was filled with the heady scent of sweat and sex, a potent mixture that only served to heighten my arousal. I could feel my body responding eagerly to their intimate caresses, my every nerve ending on fire with need. As Alex continued to thrust deeper into me, I couldn’t help but marvel at how good it felt to be utterly consumed by pleasure. I had always been curious about gay sex, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of it all. From watching them fuck to both of them fucking me, it was heaven.

him, now he no longer lets go of my hand. "Where are we going?" I asked curiously but he only smiled at me. We entered a Salon and we were greeted by a gay man. This gay man obviously shuddered when he met my handsome boyfriend. "I want a perfect hair for her" he said smiling. "Sure! follow me, Ma'am "the gay man said with a smile. I sat in a soft chair facing the large mirror. He started to fix my hair. Suddenly the gay man spoke and I smiled at what he said. "Your luck with your boyfriend. Besides being handsome, kind and caring," the gay man said with a smile. "Of course" I replied with a smile. After a while, the gay man also finished fixing my hair. He cut it a little and put a little c