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Asmodea flooded her with demonic charisma, her voice dropped into a sultry, velvety tone that made every cock in the room twitch. “Hey boys… congratulations on the win,” she purred, slowly walking deeper into the room, hips swaying hypnotically. “I’ve been thinking about you all night. All of you. Watching you tackle… sweat… get so big and strong out there. It made me so fucking wet.” A stunned silence fell, then broke into low murmurs and shocked laughs. Some guys shifted, trying to hide growing bulges in their pants or jockstraps.

Gustavo has left, many shallow and unproven details of our existence have registered in my head, but that enjoyable silence remains just the same. I lean my body on the chair and stretch my arms and legs to reduce a little discomfort in my rear-side and hips. Then, I rest the back of my head on the chair’s backrest and close my eyes. I’m relaxed for a moment, until a pair of deft hands massage my b.reasts. Dissimilar to the last time, I have no objection and no fear this time. “Hn. Do you like it?” Mr. Davide seductively asks.

Embarrassment making my palms sweat. After chatting our heads off, and just having a good time, the party kicked off. There were four gorgeous strippers - A gigantic black dude who looked like he lived at the gym, a bearded lumberjack looking guy, a ripped white man who looked like Clark Kent, and lastly the Latin guy covered in tats eye fucking me. The way they moved their bodies made my pussy clench. Their hips thrusted like their fucking into a woman's buttery snatch. My body zinged with pleasure.

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.

Christian “You envisioned yet what it’s going to be like, getting fucked by yourself, day after day?” Ashmedai taunts, sat at my side in back of a Bentley, with his hand on my thigh and his sulfurous stench assailing my nostrils. “I think it’d be rather a turn-on,” I lie. “I am far more attractive than Daniel.” Especially this empty mockery of Daniel, who smells like hellish rot with his hands gray with necrotic flesh and body slowly disintegrating.

( Adrian) I was still in the study when the new message arrived. The dummy account notification lit up my phone like a spark in dry grass. I opened it immediately, heart already racing, and the video loaded. It was longer this time. More deliberate. More devastating. Alessa — because I knew it was her, I would always know — had filmed herself in what looked like a bathroom. She was wearing only a tiny red thong. She started slow, teasing the camera, sliding the fabric aside to show how wet she already was. Then she pushed the thick toy inside herself, moaning softly as it stretched her. She added a second one, filling herself completely, the red thong still stretched tight around both toys.

Then his mind slid to the more recent video. Leon on all fours in his attic. Pale ass raised high. That thick veiny dildo stretching his pretty pink hole open, sliding in and out with wet, obscene sounds. The desperate way he’d fucked himself harder and harder, moaning Aaron’sname like he was starving for it. Cum shooting across his own stomach while his hole clenched and fluttered around the toy. Aaron’s breathing deepened. He could practically hear those broken whimpers again. “Aaron… fuck, Aaron— please—”

I whisper, blending my words with a tender kiss. My voice soothes him, evident in his response. He takes a deeper breath, and his muscles begin to loosen. Watching his reactions closely, I push the dildo deeper. Arousal causes his mouth to part, indicating his pleasure. His grip tightens on my bicep and my ass, our faces mere inches apart. I keep one hand on the armrest to ensure his leg remains lifted, but my knuckles turn white as my muscles burn. Fuck, I want to thrust my own cock into him. I grit my teeth, but my hips instinctively move against Ashton.

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between