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She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

He fucked her several steamy times, in missionary, doggy, sixty-nine, their hands on each other, as if trying to satisfy their three months hunger. They woke up the next morning, with Marcus's length still buried deep inside her pussy. They begin another steamy session, eating each other up with as much hunger. They fuck around the house. On the bed, against the wall, in the bath on the stairs, in the kitchen, as though they were touring the house. Later in the day, Marcus is called out by his coach to discuss something important concerning their game next week. He leaves reluctantly, with the promise of making her cum so many times she would pass out by the time he was back.

"Are you kidding me, Khi? This is amazing! A senior camping trip is literally the best time to get nasty. Trust me, most people end up fucking in the bushes on these trips!" My face flushed a bright, violent shade of red, and I quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, looking around frantically to see if the teacher heard her. Xalia just giggled against my palm, completely unbothered, until I finally dropped my hand and gave her a death glare. She leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a loud whisper. "Think about it, Khi! Maybe you can finally check it off your bucket list. Getting fucked in a bush by Zion Graves? Like, hello, that is peak romance right there!"

Instead he sat there, hard and aching and trying not to show it. Later, in his tent, he lay awake. The mountain was quiet except for the wind. His cock was painfully hard. Throbbing. Leaking. He palmed himself through his sleeping bag, biting back a groan. Thought about her thighs. Her mouth. The way she looked at him when she thought he wasn’t watching. This is fucked. You can’t do this. She’s your guide. You’re paying her to keep you alive out here. But he couldn’t stop. He stroked himself slowly, imagining her on top of him. Imagining her moaning his name in that steady voice of hers. He came hard, biting his lip to stay quiet, spilling into his hand like a teenager.

This story is based on a close friend's recollection of her relationship with an older gentleman when she was young. It begins when she is a young soldier stationed in Germany in the 1970's and befriends an older German gentleman. This is a series that takes the reader through her sexual and fetish awakening... Young girl learns from a much older gentleman. Enjoy.. *****

When she came, clenching hard around him, he followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling into the condom with a shuddering groan. They collapsed onto the couch afterward, laughing breathlessly at how desperate they’d been. Dinner was forgotten in favor of slow, lazy kisses and conversation that stretched late into the night. Julian talked about his early career struggles; Maya shared her fears about grad school applications and what the future might hold. The sex was incredible, but these quiet moments afterward—naked limbs tangled, his fingers tracing her spine—deepened the connection in ways neither had expected.

The flames crackled warmly as night fully settled in. Mom and Dad told old family stories, laughing and roasting marshmallows. I sat across from Damon, pretending to listen, but my eyes kept drifting to him. The way the firelight danced across his sharp jaw, the way his shirt stretched over his chest… all I could think about was getting fucked. Nothing more. My pussy was aching, clenching rhythmically, dripping so much I was sure the insides of my thighs were slick.

, he begged, convulsing beneath me as I rode him without pause. This time, I felt my climax building up as his cock started twitching in me again. My climax over took me in no time and his followed. "Fuckkk!", We screamed in unison. Our screams echoed across the empty savannah. My thighs shook and pussy clenching around him as his cum flooded into me. My cum pushed out of my hole, soaking his dick and rolling down my thighs. Breathing hard, I leaned forward, the rabbit mask was still in place, and smiled directly into the camera lens.

“They're really getting it in here!” Guests occupied every bed with various shades of brown limbs and bodies, twisted into every sexual position. The sounds were like p**n. Couples of varying combinations were in their own world. Although no one was really looking at me, I felt like I was being watched as I observed them. This was what me and Nathan liked to do. To watch. To get so turned on that we had to fuck the desire out of each other. I shouldn’t do this alone. I should be here with him.

Side note: You might be wondering if Alex had sex with me in the tent the night before. I agree that camping is very conducive to tent sex. I had camped with my husband in that very campground many years before. I had fucked my husband in the same tent, in possibly that very campsite. Sex with Alex at the same campsite as I had fucked his father would certainly have been a nice way to complete the circle. An even better scenario rattling around my brain was that Alex had been conceived in that very campsite. The thought of Alex filling my womb with his semen and impregnating me, just like his father did exactly eighteen years ago, got me very moist. I was starting to go slightly crazy with l