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The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

But it felt dirty and amazing at the same time. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Ryan groaned underneath me. He thrust up to meet my movements. Jake added a second finger, stretching me carefully. I moaned louder, moving faster on Ryan’s cock. “You want both of us inside you?” Jake asked, voice rough. I hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah… try it.” Jake positioned himself behind me. He pressed the head of his cock against my ass and pushed in slowly. I gasped at the pressure. It burned a little, but Ryan reached up and rubbed my clit to help me relax.

I kept biting my bottom lip as I masturbated myself on my soft king-size bed. I entered another finger, moving faster and trying to go in as deep as I possibly could. My thumb swirling around on top of my clit. It felt so heavenly. I just knew m bottom lip would be swollen by the end of this. But just as I felt I would come, it went away. It was frustrating. I grunted and sighed deeply, my hands covering my face. I turned slightly onto my side and opened my drawer, retrieving my brand new pink vibrating dildo. "Mm, yes. You will do just fine baby." I said happily.

Secret Desires Unleashed (1) Clementine's POV I sat in theboardroom, my fingers tapping anxiously on the table. My mind was anywhere but focused on the discussion at hand. It had been a long night of tossing and turning, consumed by vivid and explicit dreams that left me aching and wet between my thighs. The source of my restless sleep? P**n. I had fallen down a rabbit hole of pornographic content online, succumbing to temptation and allowing myself to indulge in fantasies that I had repressed for far too long.

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

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.