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“Thank you, Master Chinedu, for breeding my wife’s worthless married pussy, my tiny 5-inch white dick could never satisfy her. I’m just a pathetic, locked cuck who fucks his own ass while cleaning real men.” Mark opened his mouth and took Chinedu’s massive, creamy cock deep, sucking sloppily while he rocked back and forth on the dildo. The wet sounds of him fucking his own ass mixed with the obscene sucking. The fluffy tail attachment bounced ridiculously with every thrust, making the guests howl with laughter. Chinedu slapped Mark’s face. “Deeper, bitch. Tell them how you stay denied.” Mark pulled off briefly, gasping, still riding the dildo faster. “I stay locked in chastity because I don’

“My brother’s wife is creaming all over my cock like a desperate little slut.” Isabella’s legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. “Harder— fuck your brother’s wife harder— ruin me!” Seb pounded into her mercilessly, hips snapping forward like a machine. He reached between their sweat-slicked bodies and rubbed her clit roughly. Isabella came again with a broken scream, her walls spasming violently around his thick cock, squirting all over his abs and thighs.

Sarah responded, evidently intrigued. Frustration welled within me as Sarah seemed oblivious to the lure of the strippers. Another woman with the same accent elaborated, "Indeed! My husband, bless his soul, is weirdo, and has a small dick! In our job, sex is different. You'll feel different kinds of dick—small dick, big dick, ordinary dick, a dick that didn't sleep, a macho dick—every kind!" I was utterly dumbfounded. I never imagined women discussing such intimate matters so openly, and what on earth did she mean by "dick that didn't sleep"?

She didn't have much experience when it comes to sex cause the only sex she had was when she was drunk. "Have you?" The man asked when he saw that Ida was quiet. "I've not," Ida's voice was low. "How many times did you have sex with your ex husband?" He asked. "That bastard!" Ida cursed, remembering her ex husband, "I never had sex with him." "Did you see that I'm right when I said you don't have experience? I have sex with people who have experience, so don't ever think I will take advantage of you." He said.

“ Having me join you to have a threesome with our maid is our little secret? Definitely this isn't your first time, no wonder you took my complaint about how she saw us in the afternoon with levity hands. Am sorry I can't do this with you” “Then you must be ready for the consequences” he said and continued fucking Caroline as she moaned in return. Caroline on the other hands didn't care about my new discovery, all she ever was interested in was how she was been fucked hard by my husband, she keeps giving it to him back to back while I stood there watching for some time before I left for my room. Is this really happening to me? I asked myself, but it is really happening. I didn't cry, took my

"No, I won't, even if you ask and I like your little titties." Kate blushes right down to her chest, "Thank you." She gets up and walks around the room as she talks, nervous, "I had a man on the other side, older, he was my first and I discovered I liked sex a lot, couldn't get enough. Then his wife caught us, and I had to leave. Sean got me this job; I owe him everything. But I was so fukin' horny all the time." "I understand. My ex-wife was a sex freak. We did it all the time, all over. But I wasn't enough. She got caught in a sixty-nine with a high school senior. We were both teachers and both got fired and blackballed."

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

I turn to the men sitting packed like fish in their seats; they are all curiously listening to someone telling them their life story. "So, I noticed Isabella was texting someone, right? Her damn phone kept vibrating every fucking night, and she was very secretive about it," A man named Billy is shaking his head, while the other men are waiting for him to continue his story. "And so when I came home early one day, I found her in our bed together with Fernando, her freaking masseur!" "Oh shit!" Someone exclaims. "Fucking whore!" "And then what did you do?" Another one asks, biting his nails while staring at Billy.

He lifted me onto the island, spread my legs wide, and pushed back inside me in a deep missionary position on the counter. “Fuck… your cock is so deep like this,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m such a dirty wife letting you fuck me while my husband is home.” Jax drove into me with slow, heavy strokes, his hands gripping my thighs. “That’s right. You’re my personal cumslut now. Say it.” “I’m your cumslut,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders. “My husband could walk in any second and see me getting ruined by your big cock.”