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My hips moved on their own, grinding against my hand. Another video. Two people this time — the woman on all fours, the man behind her pounding hard. Her ass rippled with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin made me crazy. I fingered myself faster, my juices running down my thighs onto the couch. I was so lost in it that I didn’t hear Francesca come back at first. “Wow, Celine…” she whispered. I jumped but didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. My fingers kept moving, faster and deeper.

Sam actually blushed, "I'll send you the links. It was tough to track the origins of the vids, other than that one filmmaker, but the Reddit stories were easy. A lot were fakes, but I ended up making contact with quite a few posters whose stories were real. I also started reading stories posted on erotica sites and looking up the authors. A couple said right out that they were in incestuous relationships. The stories they wrote had a different feel, I got so I could tell." Deb smiled. I wondered what was in her coffee, "Reading and seeing all that must have been—exhausting." Sam looked right at my sister, "I'd do my work on a wooden chair with a suction cup dildo and towel under the chair. M

"Yes, I bet they do. It's probably natural when you're young and horny and there's a girl or a boy right there. But actual, total, full-on sex? There's no way. I mean, it's illegal." "Yes, they do," Darcy said. She was pouting now. "Brothers and sisters have sex. All the time. And I can prove it to you." "I'm pretty sure those videos are fake," I said, "And those stories are written by creepy, loveless virgins and old pervs." "I can prove it," Darcy said, "With real people that we both know." "OK, seriously?" "Sam and Dave," Darcy said, she sat back, arms crossed, like she'd won the argument.

I spread my legs wide, I felt the cool air licking at my wetness as I left my fingers circling my clit slowly, as my other hand occupied my boobs, finger pinching my nipples, and I picture Dominic standing over me again, ordering me to crawl again, like I had no choice. The fantasy wrapped, deepened, and now I was bent over the couch, and he was behind me, growling filthy into my ear, as he pounded inside of me, his hand dusted inside my hair, my husband's name was on his lips just to remind me how wrong it was. Just how filthy what we were doing was. Your pussy was wasted on him I imagine him saying, You were mine the moment you stepped your legs into this house, I gasped as I continued to

“Fuck babygirl. You make me want to do very dirty things to you.” I feel his erection pressing against my ass and I smile innocently. “Like what daddy?” I ask, wiggling a little on his lap. Gavin groans and leans in sucking on my neck. “Like.” He whispers, pausing a second. “Untying that little bikini bottom and sliding my fingers into that tight pussy of yours right here in this chair.” He kisses my neck and I moan. “Or, bending you over the arm of the couch, and fucking you until you are screaming my name.”

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

"I can't say that I really regret anything that's happened. Step by step it's been unbelievably exciting. Let me explain what happened. I am in my late forties and Alexis, my wife of 18 years marriage, is the same age. She is tall, fairly slim, with brown eyes and hair, smallish breasts, and with lots of light brown pubic hair. Our sex life has been drab to say the least and as our sex has dropped off, I've tried to find new ways to excite her. I have never been adulterous and, to my knowlege, nor has she, although there have been times when she's disappeared for hours on end, seen movies 'by herself', that sort of thing, but rarely. She hasn't been interested in adult films, or 'devices' li

But my pussy clenched at that thought so I reached for the lube and poured a generous amount on my fingers and turned so the camera caught the curve of my backside. One slick finger circled the tight ring, pressing gently. The stretch burned so sweetly I gasped pushing deeper and feeling my inner walls flutter around the intrusion. “Fuck,” I moaned. “It feels so dirty… but I love it.” I worked the fingers and out slowly letting the fullness spread. My other hand found my clit rubbing in tight circles while I imagined a thick cock replacing my fingers, pushing into my ass while another filled my cunt. “I want to be bred tonight,” the words slipped out of my mouth sounding so raw and uncut. “I