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3 holds her head in place, moaning loudly as she did. On the other end, I circle my tongue over No. 2's clit while Mr Sterling's cock slams into me, stretching me and making me scream against her skin. The room is chaos now, full of moans, cries, the smell of sex and the sound of balls slapping against pussy. ... And the mirrored ceiling above reflects us, three Agency top models, taken one after the other and together by one married older man who hasn't even taken off his tie. I cum loudly, shaking and trembling, and he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself over all three of us.

I sink down, biting my fist to stay quiet. He groans low in my ear, hands on my hips. "Good girl. Now ride slow." The bus hits potholes, and each one syncs with our fucks—he thrusts up as we bounce, driving deep. It's slow, discreet, but filthy. His cock hits my cervix with every jar, the piercing rubbing my walls. Students chat on, oblivious, but Sarah looks back again, whispering more. Jealousy in her eyes. It turns me on, knowing they suspect but can't prove.

It was during the holloween week when I had the best sex I have ever experienced in my entire life. Clara and I were best friends since the start of our college years. We are in our second year of college now, and our relationship has been going stronger and stronger. There are only the two of us in our circle, but I could really say that it’s the best. Truly, you do not need a huge number of friends; you just need a true and real one that you can trust with.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole. *Opening the door, you freeze seeing Stefanie Meijer, Mark's 40-year-old married mom, on the bed with your laptop open, voluptuous figure in a form-fitting designer dress hugging her big breasts and thick thighs, long black hair draped over shoulders, ocean blue eyes scrolling your filthy collection, full pink lips parted in arousal, plump pink cunt soaking through her no-underwear dress as she bites her lip schemingly.*

Austin rewarded me every single time. We learned each other’s bodies perfectly. He discovered I loved having my nipples sucked hard while he fingered me. I learned he lost control when I called him “baby” while deepthroating him. We came together, over and over, in a haze of sweat, cum, and whispered filthy secrets. But we were careful. No marks that couldn’t be hidden. No slips on the phone calls. When Selina video-called once, Austin sat across the room while I chatted normally, my pussy still leaking his cum from ten minutes earlier. The danger made it addictive.

“Fuck me harder before he gets here.” Alexandre obliged, slamming into me with powerful strokes. The table creaked dangerously beneath us. He reached around and rubbed my clit fast while pounding my pussy. “I’m gonna cum again,” I gasped, my thighs starting to shake. “Cum then,” he ordered. “Cum on your tutor’s cock while your boyfriend is driving over here.” I exploded hard, crying out as my pussy clenched violently around him, fresh juices mixing with his cum and running down my legs. Alexandre groaned and buried himself deep, pumping another thick load into me, filling me until I was overflowing.

As his hands squeezed and released her ass, she let herself fall into the flow of her own yearning and when his tongue circled around her clit again, she cried out his name and flooded him with her desire. They didn’t go back to the table. Louis drove her to his apartment. He lowered the lights in his bedroom and lit a candle. With as much restraint as he could, he took the clothes from her body. He saw her looking around his room as she leaned back on her elbows on his bed and knew that he would do anything to make this night be magical for her. He had waited only a few months to share this with her, but she had waited a lifetime. He kissed her. She was more relaxed now, but also more excit