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In Cupido's castle, Cupido is sadly looking at the book that regulates human love and marriage in the human world. “Are you sad again?” A warm voice spoke. “Is that León de Fuego, the Fire God? Why do you have free time to visit me?” Hearing the voice of León de Fuego, the God of Fire, Cupido immediately greeted him with joy. "I came to see if you've done anything stupid lately?" “Stupid, very stupid!” Cupido's sigh caused the wrath of the Fire God León de Fuego to lessen a bit. “Do you remember a woman named Lucero?” “Lucero? Luna Brillante? You mean these two names, right?” “Luna Brillante? Is Luna Brillante her brother-in-law? Why do I hear these two's names sound like two brothers' names

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

I wanted to be like the women I found in the stories in the back. Women that had unforgettable sex, a lot more interesting than my own awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the time. The story that really stood out centered around a woman who went camping with her husband. They couple made a few friends and one thing led to another and five men fucked her and filled her with cum. The next encounter came in the form of p**n video one of my immature guy friends put on at a party. From the woman’s bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it fell into the category of fake.

I could not stop thinking about it. I am thirty-two years old and have been married to Mark for eight years. I still love him. He is kind, stable, and a great provider. But our sex life had become painfully predictable. A quick missionary position every Friday night, maybe a half-hearted blowjob from me if I was in a generous mood. That was it. I craved so much more. I wanted to feel truly desired, wanted to be used like a cheap slut, stretched open, and completely ruined while my husband sat right downstairs, totally oblivious.

It was funny how she thought after she and I had already seen and explored each other I still minded if Jack and she had sex. “That's a great fantasy, but what dicks are our husbands going to use?” I reminded her of how sex with our husbands felt like rubbing coochies; honestly, for me, it has gotten so bad, as not only does it not do anything for me, but now it has simply gotten disgusting. “They can strap…” We were both silent for a second before bursting into laughter. Yeah, right, like they would ever agree to that. Jack would simply think I've been possessed. A few minutes passed and I was done; I didn't really do much lotioning or makeup because of what was to come next. The nuru massa

The woman's holes gaped when he pulled back slightly, clenching visibly before he plunged in again, forcing another gush that soaked the furniture. Lara's gaze flickered over just in time to catch another scene unfolding a few feet away, two guys locked in a heated 69 on the floor, their muscular bodies tangled and slick with sweat. One was on top, his mouth engulfing the bottom guy's cock in deep, throat-bulging sucks, bobbing with enthusiastic slurps while his own shaft disappeared into the bottom guy's eager mouth. They deep-throated each other without mercy, gagging noises mixing with hums of pleasure, and balls resting on chins as they took every inch, but the real kicker was the girl s

she moaned and fluttered her eyes shut. Her husband smiled and kissed her on the neck as he moved in and out of her. Larissa dug her nails into his buttocks as she tried to pull him closer, wanting, no, needing every part of him he could give. Aleric filled her to the brim with his cock, felt her shiver underneath him and pulled out. Each stroke was met with her longing and eagerness, her wet womanhood gripping tight to him. He shivered himself when her sex tightened around his cock, as if unwilling to let him go. When he slid out, Larissa moaned and groaned in ecstasy.

“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

Celine retorted, Richard burst Into laughter, and asked, “are you for real, do you serious about these marriage Issues?“ Richard said, “yes, am serious,” Celine said, “Please forget about the story, and lets open another page and created new stories,” Richard says, “exactly what we are starting,” Celine said, and she stood up and locked the door, threw the key under the bed, and say, “let's get started and create many stories and join them with the old stories of our life,” Celine said, “Please, open this door,” Richard said, “both of us will be here till tomorrow morning,” Celine said, and she turned on the television and she search for xxx/ porn channels and she increased the volume, and s

What our story is, from what I myself have just said, I already have the answer, but I wanted to hear from his lips, to know what he thought our story was. "I'm the one asking you that question, Ethan!"--- I take my cup.--- "What our story is to you." "An erotic, almost sexual poem."--- He begins to answer.--- "It is short like a poem, where most of what it tells you is about that, sex. But not just any sex, one that you forget after a few minutes. One that is remarkable, with orgasms so powerful they take you to the moon with such. They are remarkable moments despite everything, despite the short time you have together. You will know that it will soon be over, but you will remember every mo