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The room filled with the wet sounds of sex and our heavy breathing. “Ride that cock, baby,” Max groaned beneath me, thrusting up hard. Lena leaned forward and kissed me sloppily, our tongues tangling as I bounced on Max’s dick. The position was overwhelming, his thick shaft stretching me, Lena’s soft tits pressing against mine, her fingers pinching my nipples. I came again, my pussy clenching around him as I moaned into Lena’s mouth. Max followed right after, gripping my hips and pumping another load deep inside me.

I will update here soon :) I'm just updating my other story. My plan is if I'm done with the taglish version of That Stranger Got My heart I will update here, but if I have time I will transfer the tagalog version to English version so I can update here. If this story have a readers hahahaha, stay tuned! If you want you can read the taglish version of this ;) though that version is more on tagalog; some words are english. By the way thank you for reading my story, it means a lot to me! God bless and keep safe! You can visit my wall to see my other stories 😘 -Iambadc

"This is it. This is the truth." I freed myself, my cock springing out, heavy and aching. Her eyes dropped, her pupils blowing wide until they were almost entirely black as she lustfully stared at me. She looked mesmerized, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. Without a word, she slid off the desk and sank to her knees on the floor.

I worked in a small restaurant in the city of Oaxaca, I was from the center, I was born precisely in the center, my parents had emigrated from a town that was very far from the city, so I was born in the city, they emigrated to have a better life when they got married and they were very young, they decided to get married as soon as possible, before they gave my mother to an old man, yes, to put it clearly, before they sold her to an old man, so they had to flee from the town and already in the city with my father's parents, they got married immediately, so that they could have a better life, they got married immediately, so that if my mom's parents found them, they couldn't do anything like

Her eyes were wide, haunted, but also glittering with a dark, excited fire. She was his. The thought sent a shiver of pure, undiluted lust through her. She was no longer just Ishita, the small-town girl trying to make it in Mumbai. She was Vikram Rathore's dirty little secret. His pet. She got dressed, her hands trembling slightly. What does one wear to be owned? She chose a simple cotton saree, a pale yellow one. But then she remembered his rules. Or rather, the rule he had hinted at. She took a deep breath and, with a sense of nervous excitement, she reached into her drawer and pulled out her most daring lingerie. A black, sheer bra that did nothing to hide her dark, hard nipples, and a ma

With a trembling voice, Amish Grover shrugged and started narrating his story. This started around five months back when I was at a colleague’s party at a bar in Gurgaon. Everyone had had quite a few drinks, and I was roaming around aimlessly when I came across a small group of four black-suited men laughing the loudest. I joined them and one guy introduced me to everyone. All of them were discussing women – just some drunk men trying to make their sex lives sound cooler than they are. The one called Ravi was telling a story about a woman he met on a solo trip to Kasol, and everyone else was egging him on for juicier details. After his story was done, it was another man’s turn to share his

“Where did you get that?” “Your mother understood the value of keeping records.” “Is she alive?” The man looked at her for a long moment. “Would you recognise her if she stood in front of you?” Penelope’s throat tightened. “Answer me.” “Your mother’s story is more complicated than the lawyers told you.” “Then explain it.” “Bring the locket.” He slipped the photograph away. Penelope realised he had offered her just enough information to create a new question, not enough to answer the old one. It was the same method Bianca had used for years: give someone hope, then make them pay for the next piece of truth.

Two fingers pushed back inside her pussy. He curled them and stroked that spot that made her see stars. The tension built fast. Sienna stroked him faster. Her grip tightened. Adrian fingered her deeper. Their heavy breathing filled the guest bedroom. The party downstairs continued but neither of them cared. Sienna thought about how Adrian had been the best sex of her life. No one else compared. Not even Julian. Adrian knew exactly how to touch her. How to edge her until she begged. How to fill her

His eyes were dark with need. “Are you planning on fucking me right now?” I asked, half teasing, half hoping he’d say no so he could at least eat first. “I’m not hungry for food,” he said, already pulling off his shirt. “I’ve been sex-starving for three days.” He climbed on top of me and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth, eager but sloppy. I kissed him back, trying to lose myself in it. His hands tugged my tank top up. My breasts spilled out, nipples already hard. He groaned and latched onto one, sucking hard like he was trying to devour me.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.