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They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

Exhausted, Abigail laid back on the desk huffing and moaning, her mind a happy fog and her entire being totally satisfied from being so thoroughly and fantastically fucked. Imam Tariq fell heavily into his chair, his arms limply hanging on the arms of the chair as he just stared at the sight before him, of the girl’s white legs spread wide in front of him and he groaned. Her gaping pussy red and raw with white, thick cream bubbling out slowly from deep within her and her flat belly heaving just above it as she recovered from their intense sex. Looking underneath her ass on the table, Imam Tariq saw that the prayer beads had almost completely disappeared between her asscrack, soaked in their

“Turning therapy into foreplay?” I smiled sweetly. “If the shoe fits.” There was a pause. Thick. Tense. “You’ve had how many partners in the last year?” he asked suddenly. I shrugged. “I stopped counting after thirty.” “Men or women?” “Mostly men. But a few women, yeah.” “And did any of them make you feel… satisfied?” I opened my mouth, then shut it. Because the answer was too ugly to say out loud. Instead, I looked away. “Satisfied enough.”

I sat there, my heart pounding, as the guys took a few long seconds to process Reynold’s challenge. Then, like a dam breaking, the two men immediately on either side of me sprang into action. They roughly slid my already bunched-up skirt even higher around my waist and shoved their hands straight into my tiny black and purple panties. Their fingers were eager and demanding as they started playing with my pussy.

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.

Lila and Mia ground their wet pussies together, moans filling the room as they came together, bodies shaking. The rotations continued for hours. Ava to Leena with fingers and tongue, Leena to Mia with strap-on, Mia to Ava with double penetration using toys, Sophia to Leena with rough thrusts, Lila to Sophia with oral, and so on. The bed creaked and banged against the wall nonstop. Cum covered the sheets, skin, and faces. The room reeked of sex. Lena came so many times she lost count, body shaking, voice hoarse. They finally let her rest, but only to turn on each other. Lena watched them in a tangle — Ava riding Sophia’s face while Mia fucked Ava with a strap-on. The sounds were obscene and b

“Just… the fantasy. The sacrilege of it. Fucking someone on sacred ground while the cross watched.” Seong’s eyes flashed brighter. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, ridges dragging against oversensitive walls. Ren screamed, back arching off the table. “Keep going,” Seong growled, starting a punishing rhythm—deep, hard snaps of his hips that made the table creak. “Tell me how you jerked off after confession. Did you finger yourself while whispering Hail Marys?”

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

He pulled off his sleeveless shirt. His arms were the least sexy thing about him. His chest was broad and chiseled. He had abs like chocolate bars, and they were all hard. Damn. My body responded. I could feel the wetness between my thighs. Omg. It was happening. A one-night stand. Unplanned sex. I'd never had anything like that. It felt hot and raw. His hands came over me, first on my right breast. "You are so hot," he let out a moan.

His fingers found her underwear and he pressed a thumb on her clit through her underwear making her breath hitch. "Soaking wet already. Do you know what you smell like, Miracle?" The girl shook her head as she sucked on her lower lip. "Creamy cookies," the two males said together. "Do you know how to suck cock, love?" Dre asked again and she shook her head again. Dior laughed and Dre left the middle of her legs. Dior then carried her and placed her on the stool he was formerly sitting on before pushing Dre against the island and getting on his knees. "Watch," Dior winked at her before he pulled down Dre's sweats and boxers.