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“Does Felix finger this married pussy the way you need? Or does he just give you quick, polite little fucks?” “N-no… he doesn’t,” I moaned, pushing back toward his hand despite myself. The confession made me feel filthy and alive. David chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.” His thick fingers teased my slick folds, spreading the foamy soap over my swollen clit. He circled it slowly at first, then plunged two rough fingers deep inside my pussy without warning. I cried out. God, the stretch was immediate and intense. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sensitive spot that made my toes curl.

The touch was soft and smooth, and it sent a jolt through my whole body. Lauren's whole body trembled slightly, and she seemed to really enjoy it. Right now, a man must have been touching her in her dream, and she was loving every second of it. Then she parted her lips slightly and whispered, "Please help me. I need you so badly." I looked down and saw that the sheets beneath her were damp. Everyone around us was already asleep. If I wasn't going to do it now, I never would. I quietly climbed into her bed, and she spread her legs as if on instinct. Everything was right there, ready for me.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.

As I stood, I swayed gently, running my hands down my hips and squeezing my breasts while wetting my lips. He was captivated by the spectacle and began to masturbate. I crouched down and replaced his hand with mine, giving the skin of his penis a slow, deliberate massage. I opened his legs and began to graze his feet, then his thighs, with my breasts. I gently brushed his cock and moved up, my nipples tracing his body until I placed my breasts on his face.

Summary: Arianna Cole craves to be used, dominated, and taken by multiple men at once. Behind closed doors, her darkest fantasies come alive, and nothing can satisfy her hunger. Warning: This story is filled with themes of submission, cock-hungry sluts, BDSM, double penetration, humiliation, interracial fantasie, and gangbangs with men of all sizes. Skip if you get triggered. Only continue if you are ready to shiver, scream, and cum like never before. •••••••••••

His touch was all I needed. My hungry hole ached for more. My fingers were not filling me enough. I let out a low growl before withdrawing my hands. Fuck Daniel, I sighed. Before my hands were enough. The images of my men from erotica were enough. Now nothing felt good enough. I sat up and opened the drawer beside my bed. My eyes fell on a vibrator—black, thick, and long. My fingers curled around it before taking it out. I leaned back into the mattress, bending my knees and parting my legs.

It was his first time giving attention to an erotica, but he clearly found an exciting method to read, one which he would fancy to continue anytime, any day. Daniel drew his finger over the outline of her heated core, finding her already a bit moistened down there. "Shall we continue further?" Daniel seductively whispered in his deep tone, flustering her even more while softly stroking those wet patches. Mili was too shy to lift her eyes from the book or to voice out anything else. She was mentally determined to never ever touch any erotica, completely unknown to his twisted intentions. Releasing her bosoms from the tight hold, he took his hand out to lift her chin upwards in a burning compu

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple