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“Gonna make you come right here, Em. Then I’m gonna lick every drop off my fingers so I know exactly how you taste.” I was panting, whimpering, my hands gripping his hair as the pressure built fast. “Ooooh god, Alex… I’m so close… ahhhh… fuck me with your fingers harder—” He obliged, slamming his fingers deep and fast, thumb pressing firm on my clit. “Come for me, dirty girl. Come like you did in that dream. Soak my hand so I can smell you on me all night.” The orgasm hit me like lightning. My thighs shook, pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

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.

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

When he asked, the old woman squeaked and scratched like a horny man. - She is a beautiful specimen. Chaos said to the baliset in tune. The priestess next to Pietra replied, with her gentle contralto: "It is a known fact that the Lehmann Fuchs begin to grow late, Your Reverence. "That's what I heard, that's what I heard," The man said, albeit with his finger pulling her to the chair, then taking off her panties, opening her legs, sucking her vagina, lowering his head, towards her vagina. She was everything they were looking for, the woman released a sweet pheromone, her vagina was sweet and syrupy.

Tonight, though, it was doing something else entirely, making her pulse race with a mix of nerves and wicked excitement. She’d found the messages two nights ago while Mark was in the shower. His phone buzzed on the nightstand; she glanced, saw a p**n forum notification, clicked through out of idle curiosity. Threads upon threads: “Watching my wife get fucked by a stranger,” “Cuckold cleanup,” “Wife’s first BBC.” Her stomach flipped, not with disgust, but with a dark, thrilling recognition. Mark had never said a word. Never hinted. But the timestamps lined up with nights he’d begged her to describe fantasies while he jerked off, always circling back to “what if someone else touched you?”

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”

I stroked him eagerly, loving the way he groaned and thrust into my fist. “Such a good little whore,” he praised, voice strained. “Look at you, naked on your professor’s desk and jerking my cock like you were made for it.” He kissed me again while I stroked him faster. His three fingers returned to my pussy, stretching me open while his thumb tormented my clit. We moved together—filthy, desperate, perfect. I released again on his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he spilled over my hand and stomach in hot, thick ropes.

My fingers slid down her clit to her pussy lips and immediately got drenched. I felt her arousal between them, and I smiled like a predator catching sight of his prey. I rubbed them gently against her folds and then raised them to her face. “Smell yourself, doll.” I spread her juices on the skin under her nose. “Can you smell the scent of desperation? Cause it’s reeking from you. ”

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.