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I changed into a sweater top and sweat pants. I ate at the kitchen island, fork moving mechanically, mind still in that room. After, I carried my phone to the living-room couch, curled into the corner, legs tucked under me. I opened the camera roll. Those quick, guilty snaps from the cabinet stared back at me. Hesitantly, I opened the browser. Results loaded instantly of B.utt plugs, d*ldos, vibrators and Anall beads. Lube in different viscosities and flavors. I scrolled faster, eyes widening and gasps growing on every result.

The strong scent of citrus still lingered in my nose, so I had thoroughly showered as soon as I got back to the room, afraid that Sonia would discover that I had returned all sweaty from her father's room. The rest of the day went on as usual with me spending most of the time on local p*rn sites, immersing myself in the hundreds of videos showing white old ladies going down on themselves with s*x toys and skinny female p*rnstars taking on men that were three times their sizes and not going out of breath afterwards. I watched a couple of other explicit videos of how to get it right, and how to make the man want to c*m all over your face. I even got wet watching some of them, trying my best no

James found himself now searching the p**n site for an interesting video. He discovered one about a large-breasted realtor showing a client an expensive home. The scene didn't take long to get to the sex and now the couple in the video were fucking in the living room. It had been a while since James had masturbated, and he found himself rock hard in a matter of seconds.

He slammed into me from behind, one hand in my hair yanking my head back, the other reaching around to rub my clit. “Look outside,” I gasped. “Anyone could see you breeding your stepmommy like a desperate little pervert.” He fucked me harder, grunting, the glass fogging with my breath. On the TV behind us, the old footage played the same position. It was like fucking in a p**n scene. I came screaming, pussy clenching so hard he followed right after, flooding me again, cum running down my legs in thick streams. We didn’t stop there, I dragged him to the bathroom, set the phone up again, and made him fuck me against the mirror while we watched yesterday’s shower footage on my phone propped nea

Her idea of punishment was having her friend lick her pussy while the repairman sucked her tits. The camera shots consisted of the brunette going to town between the blonde’s thighs, licking her slit over and over with long sweeps of her tongue. Or vigorously rubbing the blonde’s clit with a sharp-tipped red nail as they both moaned in ecstasy. Meanwhile the bad repairman was devoting all his attention to the woman’s breasts. More sucking and tongue curls around the rigid tip as the woman writhed on the bed between them. She climaxed with gusto.

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He looked back at the screen and flicked it forward, seeing the brunette actress, one of his personal favorites, face down on the bed with her ass up in the air, getting butt-fucked by the man who was now her husband. "Fucking hell." It wasn't that it was a major turn-on, although in any other circumstances it would be instant boner material. The events of the last eight hours had put paid to that and weighed too heavily on him at present. He shook his head and ejected the DVD, putting it back in it's place and he picked up the notebook, wanting to know if every one of these was a porn compilation.