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“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

Days has been hectic and my wolf craves sex more than anything these days. On 24/7/2024, I was home for the summer from college and thought I would take advantage of the empty house. Remember I said Tony's mate doesn't he wet? They both make use of p**n movies and I borrow a CD of it from him just to... you know, jerk off. The movie was hot. It showed this really hot looking older woman doing all kinds of stuff to this young stud. It wasn't long before I had my pants off and my dick in my hand when all of a sudden I heard

he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention. Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her. Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly. "Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this." He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her. The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.

“Watch the man who stole you turn your fear into pure, dripping need.” Pleasure mounted in relentless waves, my thighs quivering and my breath coming in sharp pants. Just as I neared the edge, he withdrew his fingers completely, leaving me empty and whimpering in protest. Rafe stood briefly to shed his trousers, freeing his thick, heavy cock. It sprang up against his abdomen, long and veined, the broad head flushed dark and already slick with his own cum. He stroked himself once, his eyes never leaving my spread, glistening form.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

"I'm going to look at them when you're not here. I'm going to stroke my cock to the sight of your pretty pussy stretched around me." "Then take more," I gasped, my nails digging into the edge of the desk. "Take as many as you want." He did. He captured me from every angle… my tits bouncing with each thrust, my face contorted in pleasure, my lips on his. He captured the moment I came, my walls clenching tight, and the moment he followed, his cum spilling out of me, dripping onto the desk. When it was over, we were both breathless, covered in sweat, surrounded by scattered photos. He gathered them carefully, stacking them in a neat pile, and tucked them into a locked drawer in his desk.

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."

The box also contained a pair of white, patent-leather high-heels. The letter was at the bottom of the box. She unfolded the singie sheet of paper and read the italic script. All was revealed. avid’s fantasies had always followed a pattern. They featured two themes, which Clare recognised from her own extensive reading on the subject of sexual behaviour. The first was what the books liked to call submission. He wanted her to dominate him. The second was an element of transvestism. David liked to wear women’s clothes, more precisely, their underwear. Whether this was a separate strand of his sexuality or part of his desire to be submissive, Clare did not know or care. But it was there. She ha

Without a word, they moved into position, the air was thick with anticipation, and the musky scent of our mixed arousal. My tight unfucked ass was about to be claimed. I shivered, pushing myself onto my hands and knees and presenting myself like the eager consort I was in this twisted fantasy world. How would I get back? I brushed the thought away immediately focusing on the fun about to happen; getting my three holes pulverised by their monstrous cocks at once! Lucien stepped up first, that veiny cock of his was thick and curved like a banana. He had been stroking it the whole time making pre-cum drip from the slit, and my mouth watered at the sight.

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