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If there hadn't been so many people around, I would have lost control right there on the floor. Then something caught my eye. Sitting under my bunk was a stunning college student with an incredible figure. The construction site let us off early, and it just happened to line up with the university break. What a stroke of luck. From where I lay, I had a clear view of her chest. Her mounds looked incredible, way bigger than my wife's. She couldn't have been more than 20 years old. Every time she moved, I couldn't help but stare. I was already aching, and the sight of her only left me more aroused, my body reacting under the blanket.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

She stared at him intently, then swiftly grabbed the envelope. "Oh my god," she shouts immediately, as the photos are scattered on the floor. "What the fuck?" She mumbles. Her whole face and ears are red. The images are from last night where Victor spent all night with the fake Latton. Sexual images, with several familiar adult toys, questionable acts, and positions could be seen in the photos, but one thing is for sure, all three women with him resemble Latton. "I could explain." He shouts as he frantically picks up the photos on the floor.

He posed, taking a photo along the line of his body, capturing his taut stomach muscles and c-ck and her breasts, and then began to thrust in earnest, grinding himself against her rib cage. He had not been far from orgasm, and it only took a few thrusts for him to go over, spraying his come over her chest and neck. He groaned. “That’s filthy. Hot and filthy,” he decided taking another photo before sitting back onto Aislen’s stomach whilst he sent it. She stroked her hands up his thighs, enjoying the sensation of his warm arse on her stomach, and the shared camaraderie of having f-ked not just for their own pleasure, but in order to tease Cameron and Rhett with the images.

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As she watched him stroke faster and faster, she began to rub her pussy. “Yes… yesss…” Luca’s head fell back in ecstasy. He grabbed the armrest with his free hand as his voice dropped to a guttural growl. “Take it… take my hot cum, Stacey…” With a final, shuddering jerk, his dick erupted, and he began to shoot his hot cum at the picture, splattering it across her smiling face. He groaned, milking every drop out. Stacey began to wish it was her real face and not her picture. She imagined him standing over her, shooting his cum on her face. She would open her mouth and let him spill it in her mouth.