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she orders with a whisper and moves even closer. Why is it so hot in here? I should shut up but…Kandy says I should speak…I will speak. “Everytime when I get hard…a-and when I touch myself, I say your name and I can’t stop” I say with a broken moan before I can stop myself and Kandy looks pleased as she leans into my space. She smells like sex and sin. “Kandy, baby…” I say her name, with my voice straining and we move closer, breathing hard and heavy, fueled by our dark confessions of lust.

I bit my bottom lip and as I did so, his eyes began to smolder. I quickly turned my gaze back to my friends. “Holy Hotness!”, squealed Crista, not even trying to be discreet. “Is this the guy you were starting to tell me about? Because if so…”, she trailed off, fanning herself dramatically with her hand. “Shhhh! Yes, Crista!”, I exclaimed quietly. Well, as quietly as I could. “Well, Lyse, you aren’t wrong. He’s definitely walking sex.”, she said with a grin.

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

I need you inside me. Ren sat up. He spit on his fingers and pushed one inside Seong. Tight heat gripped him right away. Seong hissed but did not pull away. Ren added a second finger. He moved them slow. Opening him up. Finding that spot inside. There. Seong moaned when Ren hit it. Right there. Do not stop. Ren fingered him for a long time. Three fingers now. Stretching him. Seong cock leaked onto his stomach. His red eyes stayed on Ren face the whole time.

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

"Her cunt is dripping and ready to be used by anyone I choose." He starts by pushing three thick fingers into my soaked pussy, pumping them hard and fast while a woman from the crowd kneels and sucks hungrily on my hard nipples. The sensations make me moan loudly, my body already trembling. Darius brings a powerful vibrating wand to my swollen clit and turns it on high. The intense buzzing sends me over the edge within minutes. I come hard squirting down my thighs while the crowd watches with hungry eyes. Darius unties me and pushes me onto the bed.

The tip of his dick kissed her cervix. “So good. So fucking unbelievable.” Cassian ran his palms up her abdomen to caress her breasts. “I’m so full. How can there be room for Dren?” “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll make room.” Dren’s raspy voice stroked her nerves. He pressed her down over Cassian’s chest with one hand and kneaded her ass with the other. She relaxed, resting her head over Cassian’s heart. His breath stirred her hair as Dren kissed and licked her ass cheeks.

He would rent a unit on the nearby office park and have it fitted out with a reception area, consulting room, toilets and a shower room. "A shower room?" queried Jules. "Really?" Scott explained that his client, or clients, might be rather messy after his advice and demonstrations, and would probably wish to freshen up. He informed Jules that for £150 he could join The British Institute of Sex Therapists, or BIST for short. BIST was regarded by many practitioners as fake, but Scott didn't care. "I'll have a nice, serious-looking certificate in reception and on my website," he declared.

Nearly a month had passed since she last had real sex, and the craving inside her burned hotter than ever. She scrolled through new chatrooms until she stumbled across one called BBCchat. Her pulse raced at the name. Arianna had always fantasized about black cock, though she had never experienced one. She signed up immediately as “Ari Cat” and uploaded a nude photo. A glimpse of her bush peeked between her thighs. The responses came fast, men sending pictures of their erections, making her cunt twitch with desire. She chose one and began sexting. Her descent into craving black cock was complete. She could feel herself growing hotter with every message.

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.