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He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

There she was. Elena, sprawled out on the massive sectional like she owned every inch of it, her black silk robe hanging completely open, one long leg hooked lazily over the back of the couch while the other was planted wide on the floor, spreading her perfect pussy right there in the open for anyone who might walk by. Her full tits rose and fell fast with every ragged breath, dark nipples rock-hard and begging for attention. Two manicured fingers were buried deep inside her glistening cunt, sliding in and out slow and deliberate, the wet, obscene sounds of her slick folds loud even over the surround sound, while her thumb worked tight, frantic circles over her swollen clit.

The room was a symphony of filth: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of desks, the squelch of cocks plunging into stretched holes, the occasional sharp slap of skin on skin. Marcus sped up in Ava’s ass—short, brutal thrusts—then buried deep, groaning as he came again—hot pulses flooding her back hole. He pulled out slowly—cum leaking from her gaping ass, dripping down to mix with the mess between her thighs. Ava came again—screaming into Lila’s cunt—body convulsing, ass clenching around nothing now. Lila followed—hips bucking, squirting over Ava’s face. Ethan slammed into Jade one last time—came with a low growl—filling her cunt again until it overflowed, running down her thighs.

he growled switching to my other nipple biting down gentle then sucking hard. “Come on my cock again baby soak me I want to feel you squeeze me tight while I fuck you through it.” I shattered my orgasm hitting sudden strong my pussy spasming hard around him pulling at his cock over and over as I cried out loud my whole body shaking on the counter. Wetness gushed out around him coating his balls dripping down as I came hard my nails scratching his arms deep leaving marks. Rune kept thrusting through it the tightness milking him pulling him close his balls drawing up tight ready to explode.

The words falling out of my mouth are uncontrollable, just like my moans and my pussy dripping juices like a leaking faucet. The thin wall between them rubs together, doubling the pressure. I’m losing it. Toes curled so hard my feet cramp, and sweat pours down my back. “That’s it. Squeeze my cock with your cunt. Let me feel how much you want me to breed you, little whore.” Lira grunts as she keeps moving her tail and cock in tandem with each other, fucking my asshole and cunt in rhythm. My pussy gushes around her pistoning cock, juices running down my thighs in messy rivulets. Every ridge catches my g-spot on the way out, then slams back in, battering my cervix.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

Cyril ordered. Moon opened. Cyril's cock slid into his mouth, thick and hot and tasting of his body, and then Cyril was coming. The taste was salt and musk and something bitter, and Moon swallowed without thinking, swallowed every pulse, every drop, until Cyril's hand loosened in his hair and he pulled back, gasping. Manuel laughed. “Fuck, Cyril. That was even better than I hoped.” Cyril didn't smile. But his grey eyes were satisfied as he looked down at Moon, who was still on his back and sprawled on the wet tile, covered in his own cum and theirs, his hole gaping and leaking. “He's not done yet.”

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

He looked like he was thinking. “Then there’s nothing to be done. But tell me, why are you repressing your sexual desires? You know erotics and sex are a form of magic, right?” he asked. “I do. But these things… I don’t… They can’t be fulfilled. It’s like torture. The dreams feel so real but they aren’t and it makes me feel… empty. Funniest part is that they don’t even touch me. Just words,” I said.

Maybe that's why my mom married him, after all he doesn't even have a stable job! I watched as Evelyn walked up to him and made him watch as she slipped a finger into herself. "I'm so wet, Frank. I need your hard dick in me right now. I want you to fuck me silly. Make me your fucking cum slut.". She moaned, gripping Frank's hardened dick from his trousers. I heard Frank groan. God, her dirty talk was quickly breaking down any control that he had left. "Fuck," she moaned as she continued to finger her tight pussy. She was voluptuous, and I'm sure Frank was imagining himself grabbing her waist as he fucked hard into her, her screaming at him not to stop. God, I was becoming wet.