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Her mouth latched onto my pussy. "Lick my pussy, Mommy. Eat your stepdaughter's hole...mhmmmm...." I rocked my hips, chasing the pressure. "Mhmmmm..yes...tongue fucking my pussy." My free hands mauled my small boobs, pinching my nipples. In my fantasy, I'd rip off her worthless panties and devour her soaked snatch. "Let me suck on your fat pussy, Vicky. Fuck....spread your cunt for me....." The pressure inside me built fast making my asshole clench painfully.

His fingers dug in and I moaned softly, grinding back against the growing bulge in his pants. The tension snapped. He spun me around and kissed me hard, tongue invading my mouth as one hand squeezed my tit roughly. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” I gasped against his lips, my hands yanking at his shirt buttons. “You’ve been teasing me for days.” Fabian shoved me toward the couch in the corner, stripping my bra off and sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while his fingers worked my jeans open. “Then take it,” he said, voice thick as he pushed two fingers deep into my dripping pussy. “So fucking wet for me already. This pussy is all mine now.”

Sophia worked my dripping pussy with deep, sensual strokes, opening me wider, teasing that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. My whole body burned. The rich scent of oil and sex filled my lungs. The wet glide of their hands, the pinch of fingers on my nipples, the stretch of Sophia’s fingers inside me, the taste of vanilla on my tongue, the sight of their flushed, hungry faces. Everything overwhelmed me. I was completely theirs. Moaning, dripping, trembling on the table while they slowly drove me out of my mind. The tension between the three of us crackled like electricity. I did not know how much longer any of us could hold back before we all broke.

I shivered the moments the words left his mouth, my gaped pussy clenching. “I need you to fuck your boyfriend how you would want him to fuck you” he said easily but my body tensed, not because he had said something wrong but because he literally said my fantasy. He wrapped a hand around my neck gently in a show of dominance and whispered, “I could read your nasty thoughts as you stood in the doorway earlier” he casually said but a shiver ran down my spine as he straightened.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

When she left, the vibrator returned to the low setting, and I was able to concentrate on other things much better. “So tell me about your sexual tastes, Tiffany. What have you done before?” He was cutting to the chase quickly enough. “I’ve had normal sex and given blowjobs. I’ve kissed other girls before.” Saying it like that seemed like I was really inexperienced. “Okay, then what would you like to try?” The vibrator had me going crazy. “I’m open to just about anything. I’ve never tried anal, but I’m not against it. I really liked the scenes in 50 Shades of Grey where the woman got tied up. That seems like it’d be really hot. I don’t know. What else is there?”

In the center stood a massive king-sized bed draped in luxurious black silk sheets, with sturdy restraints dangling from the headboard and posts. In one corner loomed a polished St. Andrew’s cross, its leather cuffs gleaming. Along a nearby table lay an array of toys: vibrantly colored dildos of varying sizes, gleaming metal and silicone plugs, coiled whips, paddles, and more—everything meticulously arranged. Her heart pounded wildly, a fresh wave of heat flooding between her thighs as arousal soaked her instantly. “You… you did all this?” she whispered breathlessly, turning to him. “For us?”

I whimpered, free hand pinching a nipple hard, twisting till it burned. My hips rolled, chasing the pressure building low in my belly. I added a third finger, scissoring them, imagining his girth splitting me. The coil snapped—orgasm crashing like a wave, pussy spasming, squirting clear fluid onto the sheets. I bit my pillow to muffle the scream, thighs quaking, aftershocks rippling as I licked my fingers clean, tasting my own tangy sweetness. Bloody hell, if he only knew.