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My thighs are spread apart like I'm a frog, and he, he's on me, he's merciless. I cling to the pillow to better endure his thrusts. Lord, who led me here? I'm truly exhausted. But it feels so good too, that I can't help but moan at his thrusts. "Humm.... please.... harder.... haaa.... I don't even know your name..... Oh Lord...... What's your name?" "Call me whatever you want, my name is Hervé." He doesn't stop filling me with his cock with every word he utters.

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

Theo’s hand kept pumping him with perfect, loving pressure, thumb swirling through the constant flow of pre-cum. Their dad laughed at another story, completely unaware that his younger stepson was jerking off his older stepson under the breakfast table. Troy bit the inside of his cheek hard, fighting with every ounce of willpower not to come. His cock ached, swollen and desperate in Theo’s warm, talented hand. The passion between them, even in this risky moment, felt electric—deeply sensual, addictive, and terrifyingly intimate. Theo smiled sweetly at their mom while his fist gave one final, long, luxurious stroke along Troy’s throbbing length.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

The long drive, the stress from finals, and now him, it was too much. I flopped onto the bed, breathing hard. My body felt wound tight. I needed release. Badly. I shoved my shorts down just enough, wrapped my hand around my already half-hard cock, and started stroking. Fast. Desperate. Eyes closed, trying to lose myself in the feeling. The door creaked open. “Still can’t even lock a damn door properly…” Ryan’s voice cut off. I froze, hand still wrapped around my throbbing dick, shorts tangled around my thighs. He stood in the doorway, eyes wide for a second before they darkened, pupils blowing wide with something hungry.

Her hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the building pressure. “You’re gonna cum on my fingers first,” he ordered. “Then I’m going to bend you over and wreck you.” Lia shattered. Her first orgasm with someone else ripped through her like lightning. She clamped down on his fingers, gushing around them as she moaned his name loud enough that anyone passing by might hear. Ethan didn’t give her time to recover. He spun her around, pressing her front against the cold tiled wall. He yanked her skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties down her legs. They caught on one ankle as he kicked her feet apart.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

since he only watched straight porn, at least that was what he told me. Anyways, I waited to see his reaction on the opened porn site - he saw it, said "shit" and ran to the PC to close that tab. But he knew it was too late, I just told him "You don't only watch straight porn, huh?" - he wanted to explain himself and mentioned his explaination a lot of time in our Dart match. While we were watching Darts he asked me, why I really took the photos of my ass. I couldn't think of a good Excuse, so I told him "for Gym progress" - he then asked me "So you're training your ass? For what?" in an ironic-erotic tone. I knew that my secret was in danger, so I just stood and took a new drink. I noticed

Eric said as he pinned Rita to the wall again, inhaling her sweet fragrance. “What do you say? You and I.. shall we make some babies? You had always wanted to have my babies,” he said, pushing himself against her roughly. Rita felt anger flare up in her heart. She was very much aware of the hard thing poking her stomach but instead of the tingles she felt with Chris, she was utterly disgusted. ‘What the hell did I see in this guy?’ She thought in her head as she raised her knee, hitting Eric’s crotch without warning.