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They'd tie her spread-eagle on the coffee table, taking turns pounding her ass while she sucked the other off. Or blindfold her, heightening every slap, thrust, and gag. Leslie thrived in it, her best friend and lover now co-dominant with their neighbor, forging a unbreakable, erotic pact.

I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut and pulling his hair harder. He lifted his head and sighed, a throaty groan escaping from him. "I think I prefer Frederico now." I couldn't help but smile at that, but when he started to flick my clit like it had committed some sin, a scream tore from my throat. "Let me hear you scream, Elena. Show me just how much you've craved for me." He mumbled, returning his lips to my wet, erect nipple, sucking even harder than before. The entire room wreaked of lust, the very one that I had given into. The sound of his lips sucking desperately on my nipple clouded every sense of my reasoning.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

"But I like it." I stepped back and I leaned arching my spine and pushing my breasts out, knowing he had a perfect view of my cleavage. "I'm not teasing, Damien," I said, my voice steady and sure. "I want you. I want you to see me, to touch me, to take me right here on this desk." "I'm your sister's husband" he tried to reason but I pulled him closer and made my breast bounced again. His eyes roamed over my body, "Your lips," he said, his voice a growl. "That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy."

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

The camera caught every detail… the way her tits bounced with each breath, the way her back arched, the way she bit her lip and whimpered, “Fuck… right there…” Lesbian p**n is so hot. We women just knew how actually to get shit done properly. “God, Nicole…” I moaned under my breath, three fingers buried deep inside my dripping pussy. I thrust them hard, matching the rhythm of the tongue on screen, pretending it was me tasting her instead. My hips rolled desperately against my hand, slick sounds filling the room as my juices coated my fingers and dripped down to my ass. I was so fucking wet it was so freaking good.

She was being used from both ends, her body shaking with the raw power of it. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud and messy in the quiet room. Her pussy gripped Jax tight, squeezing him with every deep thrust, while she sucked Marcus hard, her eyes rolling back in her head. Leo was right there too, his hands rubbing her clit and squeezing her bouncing breasts, making sure she was feeling everything. The heat was exploding inside her. Jax started to move even faster, his dick hitting the back of her pussy over and over until she couldn't take it. She felt her body snap, her pussy pulsing in hard waves as she had a massive climax. Jax roared and came deep inside her, his hot load filling h

"You like her, don't you?" "One of these days, I'll put you in a jar and pickle you along with the rest of the olives," I said, but she just grinned. Olive glanced back at Charlotte, who was taking out her camera from her bag. "I bet she has feelings for you, Darci," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Are we here to practice or talk about straight girls?" I said. "How do you know she's straight?" "Hello, look at her!" I said.

Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man. “Look at my pussy,” she whispered, pulling her delicate pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. “Isn’t that so much better than that cold impersonal piece of paper?” She stepped closer. “Here, smell…” He bent forward quickly, his tongue lapping at her wet slit and she threw her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick tongue against her clit and her lascivious behavior. Her knees quivered and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her over his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her. Lacy’s moans became louder and her hands went to his ears, pulling him into her heat.

They kissed messily, tongues fucking each other’s mouths while their hips moved in perfect rhythm. Lydia reached between them and slipped two fingers into Mila’s tight, dripping hole while continuing to grind their clits together. “Fuuuuck— Lydia— finger my cunt harder— oh shit— you’re stretching me so good— ahhh—!” Mila cried, head falling back. “You’re so fucking wet,” Lydia whimpered, pumping her fingers faster. “Such a nasty, horny lesbian whore for me.” Mila slid her hand down and thrust three fingers deep into Lydia’s pussy in return. “Take my fingers, you dirty slut— mmmph— your cunt is swallowing them— fuuuuck— grind on me while I fuck you—!”