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The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

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I cried, feeling every sensation, "don’t stop!” Liam moved to Thea, spreading her legs. “My turn with you,” he said, sliding into her pussy in awkward position that he made work. “Fuck, you’re wet.” Thea moaned, her tongue still working me. Nate pulled Sophie off Adam, bending her over the bench, thrusting into her from behind as she screamed, gripping the bench. I was close, Jon’s cock and Thea’s tongue pushing me to the edge. “I’m gonna come!” I screamed, clenching around Jon, my body shaking.

“Don’t worry, Sexy. You will find it pleasurable, I promise you. You will cum so hard that you will be screaming. We’ll probably have airport security in here before I am done fucking you.” he said as he licked his lips. His action send a shot of pleasure and ecstasy surging through my body. Fuck. I was so turned on that I could feel my juices soaking my panties and dripping down my thighs. Oh shit. “I’ve never been loud,” I blurt, and I feel my cheeks burning red hot from embarrassment.

Her finger slipped lower and slid effortlessly between the folds of the outer lips while her thumb flicked lightly across the eager clitoris. ‘You're wet,’ Celine murmured in that resonant voice, her face pressed in Karen’s neck, lips moving against her soft flesh. ‘It’s almost as if you’d had sex recently. Have you?’ ‘Yes. On the way here,’ Karen confessed, while hose artful finger continued to rouse her bud. He’s a biker called Spike.’ ‘Spike? He’s a good lay, isn’t he?’ ‘You know him?’ Karen no longer cared who had screwed who, when or how. All she wanted was for that smooth, perfectly timed caressing of her love-bud to continue till she erupted.

Sara stared at the bulge in his pants, remembering exactly how his cock had felt in her mouth, thick, hot, and pulsing. She bit her lip hard to stop a moan from escaping. Her body was on fire, sexually frustrated and desperate for relief. The lecture dragged on, every minute feeling like torture. She kept checking the clock, counting down the seconds until class ended so she could rush back to her dorm room and use her vibrator.

Mike in another story, another time, "is preparation. We're not here to hurt you, Serah. We're here to make you feel things you've never felt before." When he finally pressed the head of his fourteen-inch cock against her ass, Serah was as ready as she'd ever be. "Breathe," Xavier instructed. "And push back against me. Help me in." She did, and slowly—torturously slowly—he pushed inside. The stretch was intense, the burn overwhelming, but Serah breathed through it, focusing on relaxing, on accepting. "That's it," Xavier encouraged. "You're doing so well. Almost there." When he was fully seated inside her ass, Serah was shaking, tears streaming down her face, completely impaled against the wi

SERENA. I froze. For a single, heart-stopping moment, I was convinced my own dirty, perverted mind had warped reality, that my desperate fantasies had bled into my hearing and twisted his words into something filthier, more potent than they actually were. But no. His voice, a low, commanding growl, sliced through the thick silence of the room, each word a deliberate, damning stroke. “Crawl the fuck to me. Right here. And take this huge cock into your mouth like a fucking good girl.”

Car sex is good, how much I missed. "Damn your pussy is so tight... I'm gonna cum" he groaned as he thrusted deeper into me. One of breast spurted out of my dress as it bounced to his thrust. I moaned loudly as I reached orgasm. He grabbed hold of my ass as he pounded into me and soon came in the condom. We both collapsed on the car seat breathing heavily. "Damn that was great" he said as I arranged my dress. "Thanks" I faked a smile. He reached for his trouser and brought out some cash. He made to give me the money but I stopped him.

“Fuck, you're such a cumslut!” Terry hissed as she grabbed my hair and pulled it hard. I wanted to protest, but her fingers crammed in my pussy, working their magic. Moans replaced my words, rising to a crescendo as she grinds her thumb over my clit harder. “Nice shot,” Professor Xander clapped. “Terry you're such a bitch!” She felt triumphant, tugged my hair again, and simultaneously added her third finger, raking her knuckles cruelly over my G-spot.