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They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

The two men stood over me, breathing hard as they admired the obscene sight of me kneeling there covered in their load. We eventually collapsed together on the large rug in a sweaty, sticky, exhausted tangle of wasted bodies. The storm still howled violently outside the beach house, but inside the candlelit room the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the occasional soft, satisfied moan. After only a short rest, during which they gently stroked my skin and whispered more dirty promises, the hunger came roaring back to life even stronger than before. They took turns devouring my sore pussy and ass with their mouths and fingers, forcing two more explosive squirting orgasms from my exhaus

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He slower down suddenly, teasing me, deep strokes, grinding against my walls, making me squirm. “Say it!”, he ordered, tightening his grip around my throat. “Please” “Please what?” “Please Mr Tom”. “What do you want?” I groaned, my body shaking desperately. “Please make me cum Mr Tom”. I think that made him snap, he started fucking me hard, ruthless, pounding into me so deeply, I knew I’ll feel him for days. I kept screaming and moaning, shaking, gasping for air, watching myself on the mirror as I beg for his dick and call him sweet things.

I don’t remember being to a spa lately. As the grogginess fades and clarity returns, memories of our escapades flood my mind. Color rises to my cheeks when I remember how I had begged the men to please me. I remember yelling at them to fuck me already, and boy, they did. They fucked me good. Every part of me got the attention of their loving hands, their supple lips, and their delicious cocks. I have never had such incredible sex in all my years of being sexually active. Thinking about it alone is enough to make my opening tingle.

He started to move… slow, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive nerve. “It feels so good,” I moaned shamelessly. “Fill me more.” His pace increased until he was pounding into me, the wet slap of his hips against my ass mixing with the squelch of lube and the desperate sounds I was making. One hand reached around to rub my clit again. The dual sensation… his cock stretching my ass, his fingers rubbing my clit… pushed me over the edge very fast. “Fuck, yes. Cum on my cock… squeeze me…” Adrian groaned, his rhythm faltering. With a final brutal thrust he buried himself deep and came, hot spurts of cum flooding my ass. His low groan of release was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

It sprang forth, hard and pulsing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Kira stroked the veiny length, marveling at its size and heat. She guided the swollen head to her entrance, rubbing it teasingly along her slit, coating it in her juices. Jax groaned, his hips jerking forward as he sought entrance, desperate to bury himself in her welcoming heat.

He slowly thrust into my hole, not as fast as before. This time, he seemed to want to savour it. I glanced down and watched as his shaft slid in and out of my hole. It was erotic to watch the movement. The sight of my arse opening to accommodate him aroused me. "Have you seen what you have made me?" He whispered into my ear. "You have made a beast out of me. I'm insatiable for your body." He wrapped his free hand around my shaft and pumped it so fast, it didn't take long for me to orgasm for the twentieth time.

Some days she’d climb on top and ride him slow and deep, her hair falling around them like a curtain while she whispered how much she loved feeling him stretch her. One Thursday evening Priya decided to cook his favorite butter chicken wearing nothing but a tiny black apron and high heels. The sight of her bare ass and the soft sway of her heavy tits as she moved around the kitchen had Ethan hard before she even turned on the stove. He couldn’t wait. He came up behind her, bent her over the counter, and slid into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. “Fuck, yes,” Priya moaned, gripping the edge of the counter. “Take what you want.”

She noted how “it only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.” God, hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking off would-be CEOs—or even the spoiled stepson of one—made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent-up passion deep in the parched throat or in my now moist, warm pussy.