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I removed my hand and she let out a gasp . I let go off her nipple and started to suck on my fingers which were dripping with her juices while she looked at me . I took my middle finger to her lips and she opened up immediately. The sight of her sucking and licking her juices from my finger was turning me on even more. I allowed her finish before taking off the shorts I had on quickly . My dick was hard as a rock and fully erect . Clara looked at it,she looked amazed by the sight of it. I got up and walked to the front of the bed signalling for her to climb .

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

Looking down at her pussy, pink and glistening and spread open for me, made my mouth water. I lowered my head and licked her from bottom to top. She screamed, her hips bucking off the bed. I grabbed her thighs and held her down, licking her again, tasting her wetness. She was sweet and musky and addictive. I couldn't get enough. I focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue, sucking it gently. Her hands flew to my hair, gripping tight, holding me exactly where she needed me. I slid two fingers inside her while my mouth worked her clit and she moaned so loud I was sure the neighbors could hear.

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me. Damien's hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of my blouse. I could feel my nipples hardening, aching for his touch. He trailed kisses up my stomach, his tongue circling my navel before moving higher. He pushed my blouse aside, exposing my bra. With a swift movement, he unclasped it, freeing my breasts. His mouth captured one nipple, sucking it while his hand played with the other. I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo.

And most importantly, they would find the person together. That afternoon, Mark’s laptop was open between them on the couch. The website they found was sleek and anonymous, catering specifically to couples seeking a third. The air was thick with a strange, new kind of intimacy as they scrolled through the profiles together. Some were crass, just close-up pictures of genitals and blunt, misspelled messages. Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge.

But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin. Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.