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Nicolas shifted his grip, took one of her hands, and forced her own fingers down between her legs. “Rub...” he ordered, pressing her fingers against her oversensitive clit. “Rub it while I fuck you... make yourself cum again...” “I can’t...” she sobbed, even as her fingers started moving under the pressure of his hand. “It’s too sensitive... it hurts...” “Good...” he muttered, pounding into her harder. “Hurt then... cum for me while it hurts...”

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The evidence of my arousal coated my fingertips and I gently circled them over my swollen clit, spreading the moisture. A shock of pleasure rocketed through me, and my legs fell open wider, one heel bracing against the desk leg. My free hand flew to my mouth, clamping over it to keep any sounds from escaping. My eyes fluttered shut as I lost myself to the overwhelming sensation. In my mind’s eye, disjointed fantasies flared—images of faceless hands roaming my body, a warm mouth on my neck, tangled sheets... I arched into my hand, my hips beginning to rock in a slow rhythm.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

I felt full, ruined, and completely owned by him. Eric leaned down and grabbed my breasts with his big hands. He squeezed them softly, then licked my nipple with his warm tongue. I gasped and arched my back. The feeling was so good that it made my toes curl. “You will wait for me then, my love,” he said in that deep voice I was starting to love. “But right now I’m not away. Let us enjoy ourselves. Will you lie on your stomach and kneel for me? Let’s try a new style.”

She was willing to lie under him until nightfall as long as he kept thrusting. Although angry and in mild pain, Oliver couldn't deny that he was beginning to find this experience erotic. There he was, planted between his goddess of a sister's legs, crushing her large breasts with his chest and thrusting whenever she tried to escape. It felt so wrong that it was starting to feel right. Her whimpers were so sensual and feminine, just like in the many adult videos he'd been watching over the years. She was so effortlessly sexy, he thought. This was certainly not the first time he acknowledged that, but it was the first time he actually felt it, in a way a brother should never.

What the hell is going on? Soon I was filled with pleasure, my heart beating when I sat back to his dick giving me both bitter sweet sensations that made me want to cum already. Blake’s cock felt incredible inside me. I rode him desperately, years of repression pouring out with every moan. He kept growling my name, urging me to go faster. I watched as Alessia was being thrusted hard from behind by Norman. This was a fucking orgy!! Suddenly, Blake pulsated inside me, he pushed me out, pulling out abruptly and came hard, painting my stomach and breasts with thick slimes of cum. Without thinking, I slid down and took him into my mouth, swallowing every drop.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.