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He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

I pushed against his hand, urging for more. So he gave me more. Daniel put another finger inside of me and started moving his fingers in circles while inserting in and out. I tightened the muscles in my pussy, hoping for more pressure. His fingers moved in and out of my slick, wet pussy and I welcomed every inch. As he was fingering me he started kissing my ass again, while his other hand ran up and down inside my ass cheeks. I was on fire. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. Just when I thought the sensations couldn’t get any better, I felt his tongue make contact with the rim of my anus. “Dan…I mean Daddy! What are you doing?”

She tried to stay quiet, but small whimpers kept escaping. The pleasure was too much. Her legs shook harder, and her toes curled inside her shoes. Professor Kane looked up at her without stopping. His eyes locked on hers while his tongue worked her clit. That eye contact pushed her over the edge. She came hard, her body jerking on the desk. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, flooding his mouth with more of her juices. He kept licking her through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was panting and trembling. When the waves finally slowed, he pulled his fingers out slowly and stood up. His mouth and chin were shiny with her cum. He wiped it with the back of his hand, then leaned in and kiss

Her bound hands reached back awkwardly, with her fingers digging into her fleshy globes and pulling them apart, exposing her puckered, twitching asshole and her drenched, puffy cunt, witty the lips parted and dripping, clit peeking out like a needy pearl, the scent of her arousal thick in the room. I hawked a fat glob of spit right onto her tight rosebud, watching it trickle down, then rubbed it in with my thumb, circling the rim before pushing inside knuckle-deep. She moaned like a bitch in heat, pushing back against my finger "Ever had your ass reamed out properly, you anal-craving slut?" "Once," she admitted through gritted teeth, her voice muffled against the couch, body quivering. "But

When he moves a hand to pump his fingers into me once more, it is all I can do to keep my legs from shaking. He drives me crazy, lifting me higher into a maelstrom of pleasure until I finally crest the peak. I shout as my orgasm tenses my whole body, my hands grabbing roughly at his hair, holding him to me as I shutter. After a moment of light convulsions, I release my hold on him and he stands up. He pulls me off of the counter but my knees are so weak and my limbs feel like overcooked spaghetti noodles. He catches me to him, his hands kneading the firm globes of my ass. “One day soon, we are going to try something new.” He whispers in my ear, his finger straying between my cheeks, making m

"Professor—" "Third problem." His fingers left me abruptly, and I whined at the loss. The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach flip. "You’re impatient." The zipper followed, the rustle of fabric. Then, thud. Something heavy landed on the desk beside my head. A book. "The Eros Discipline." His voice was a smirk. "Ever read it?" I shook my head, my cheeks flaming. "Pity." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so I could see the cover—a woman bound in ropes, her body arched in submission. "It’s about a professor who re-educates his student. Sound familiar?"

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

Lesnar pulled her forward, so her breast were pressing against his chest, and pulled his finger out. "Has anyone fucked you there before?" he asked softly. she shook her head, looking at him nervously as he held her still on top of him. He looked back at her, that same nervous glint in his eye that he had when he told her to get on her knees. "Can I" she whispered. She considered it for a moment. she thought anal sex was disgusting, but the feeling of his finger in her ass had been amazing. she looked at him again, and he smiled nervously. "You said anything..." he said, and she thought he would start begging her.