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All these hotties in one room, I am dreaming. I tried to walk away from all this when I hit someone, "Where are you going? Don't you want me to tell you; what a woman's body wants?" His hand trailed towards my inner thighs, while another handheld a cake. Fuck, When I looked up, I saw a pair of beautiful eyes and a hell killing smile, "Dr. Guzman?" Damn, I am in a dream, He took out his white court, and damn, my eyes directly landed on the hanging member.

"Tell me you want the man you work for to treat you like a piece of trash." "I want it so badly, please. I want to feel your tongue in me, Elias! Fuck me as hard as you can!" Elena wailed, her fingers digging into his hair. She reached her limit quickly, her body convulsing as a hot, frantic squirt erupted from her, soaking his face and the expensive carpet. Elias didn't pull back; he drank her in, his growls vibrating through her sensitive nerves until she was sobbing.

There was a picture of Elsa looking happy tired alright but it was caption 'Sex Face'. Ivy sucked in a deep breath before exhaling. You are alright, Ivy. You are okay. He is none of your business. Elsa is happy, you are happy. She assured herself once again. Then there was another video. Elsa was in bed, a white blanket covering her chest all the way down, or at least to the end of the phone's screen. She looked tired but the happiness twinkling in her eyes surpassed her fatigue. 'I finally got laid by the Greek god. Can't wait to fill you in on the details.' she whispered and just at that moment, a large hand sneaked from behind Elsa, pulling her back into the blanket.

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

The photo showed a very well-endowed guy, shirtless, with an impressive bulge clearly visible in his underwear. “Oh my fucking holy dick,” Elias said, bursting into giggles. “This thing could stretch my ass so good.” “Tell me about it,” Elara replied, still grinning. “I’m ruined for normal sizes now.” “So who is the owner of this huge machine?” Elias asked, raising an eyebrow. “A guy I hooked up with while you were busy with the bar guy,” Elara said casually, scrolling to another photo. “Oh, so you were pussy dripping while I was away?” Elias teased.

But then, he looked away before anyone could realise it. He adjusted his jeans and way of sitting. He was feeling a little restless and a little uncomfortable because these dirty confessions and freaky stories were beginning to make him feel horny. - Saïda backed Elsa while the girl did her business. “Um, Elsa?” Saïda muttered, hesitating a little. “Yes?” “I have a weird question,” she giggled nervously. “Mhm.” “Has a guy ever, you know, pleasured you? With his tongue?” “Many times, honey,” Elsa giggled.

CHAPTER 177 CLAIMING WHAT'S HIS Eamon went right for it, working his tongue against that tender nub of flesh. "Oh goddess, don't stop!" Elisa cried. Gripping his hair, she began moving her hips and grinding against his face. With her free hand, she pinched and tugged at her right nipple, and then her left, getting herself even more excited as Eamon feasted on her p*ssy. He licked her clit with an eagerness that made her arch her back, and she was shocked at the speed of his relentless tongue. "Fuck, just like that, My sweet Lord!" Elisa wailed.

Theo pressed against my side, his mouth on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks…hickeys for Christmas, badges of my trial. Elias watched, then joined, his fingers unhooking my bra. My breasts spilled free, full and heavy, nipples pebbled begging for touch. "On your knees, Elara," he commanded, voice low and gravelly. I dropped, the rug soft under my skin, heart racing as they unzipped their pants in unison.

Timothy corrected them. "She is bi-sexual," I corrected. "Her domestic partner is a lesbian...I did her too, in a three-way." The loaded Nerf gun went back to Elsa's hand and she would have shot me, but Aya batted the projectile out of the air. I think everyone was stunned by that act of physical coordination. "On that note," Elsa sighed. "I should be going. The girls are fine, if oddly clothed. Cáel, I need to give you a few instructions in private." Sex.

“That I did all of this? That I imagined our future like this even without you here?” He bowed his head, shame coloring his voice. “Is it disturbing to you?” Silence stretched. Elisa inhaled deeply. Then she smiled—softly. “It’s… a little unsettling,” she admitted honestly. “But it doesn’t creep me out.” He looked up, confused. “What?” She chuckled lightly. “It’s not the first time I’ve seen something like this.” His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” She sighed. “Is this… a Greyhound family hobby or something? collecting frames of women in an obsessive concerning way?”