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Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

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Clarissa couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could only feel the glorious, degrading fullness as he drove toward his own… The sound of Sam’s release was a hot, claiming flood inside her ass, his body shuddering against hers as he grunted his completion. For a moment, there was only the heavy sound of panting and the slick, spent feeling of utter fullness. Then, the weight of him lifted. The thick cock slipped from her ass with a wet, lewd pop. Clarissa lay ruined and dripping, a vessel used and overflowing.

I rode his hand desperately, moaning his name, my juices running down his wrist. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His cock was leaking against me now—I could feel the wet spot growing on his trousers. The speaker crackled again. “Ten minutes, Mr. Kane. Almost there.” Adam didn’t stop. He added a third finger, stretching me open, fucking me faster. His thumb worked my clit in tight circles. I was right there, shaking, about to come all over his hand. He pulled his fingers out suddenly. I whined at the loss, empty and aching.