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She gasped, cumming on his face and fingers, pouring like a loosened tap. He didn’t stop, he kept sucking, licking, fingering her pussy until her legs were shaking intensely. Then he stood up and Gracie went on her knees, right in front of him. She held his cock “I will take all of your cock inside my mouth”. She said and smiled, putting his cock into her mouth, down to her throat. Inch by inch, hitting the back of her throat until spit dripped of her chin and tears ran down her cheeks, he held her hair controlling her, while thunder crashed outside. In and out until she choked and he cummed inside her mouth.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

I couldn’t have been more wrong. A deep bass thrummed through the walls as I stepped inside the VIP room, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The scent of leather and something musky hung in the air, making my pulse quicken. I blinked, adjusting to the low, amber lighting—and that’s when I saw it. Not rows of people sipping wine and discussing plot twists. No. Bodies. Moving. Writhing. Fucking. A man with dark eyes and broad shoulders stood at the front of the room, holding a book in one hand, his voice smooth and commanding as he read aloud from an erotic novel. His words painted vivid, filthy images, and everyone in the room seemed caught in his spell.

When Alex left, Marcus's reclamation was feral, pounding me prone-bone on the bed, choking me, pulling my hair, filling me with yet another thick creampie. Hours blurred into a cum-soaked haze. Positions flowed endlessly: piledriver with my ass high and vulnerable, him hammering downward; lotus position for deep, grinding intimacy where our eyes locked amid the filth; standing against the window with curtains half-open, city lights witnessing my tits pressed to the glass as he railed me from behind. Creampies overflowed, pussy bloated with multiple loads, ass leaking rivers, face and tits glazed. I deepthroated him between rounds, cleaning our mixed juices, begging for more. Dawn approached

The desk creaked under us, my breasts bouncing free from my blouse, nipples hard and scraping the wood. "Fuck my arse harder," I demanded, pushing back to meet him. He obliged, pounding relentlessly, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. The dual assault had me moaning loudly, forgetting the thin walls. "Yes, fill me up—cum in my arse." His pace faltered, grunts growing animalistic. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried deep, cock throbbing as hot spurts of cum flooded me. I clenched around him, milking every drop, my own orgasm ripping through again, pussy clenching on nothing. He pulled out, cum trickling down my thighs. I straightened, fixing my clothes with a satisfied grin. "That wa

I closed my lips over one of those beautiful nipples, as she rode, "Gonna fuck the cum out of you...out of your big dick! I want it...want it inside!" "You sure?" "I'm on the pill...flood me...wanna feel it...all hot inside...inside me! Give me a creampie!" I looked off to the right at Eric, watching us fuck and stroking on his big dick. His erection was amazing to watch. Almost purple in its swollen state, it was nothing shy of beautiful, emerging from his pubes and that lean, muscular body. He came over to kiss, both of us...when our lips came together, we went back and forth, the three of us, probing and sliding our tongues together.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

He flips me onto my stomach, grabs my hips, and fucks into me from behind, one hand wrapped in my hair. “You want to be destroyed, Zariah?” “Yes, Daddy—” “Then take it.” He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. He fucks me until I’m sobbing, drooling into the pillow, my legs shaking. Until my skin’s red and raw and used. Until I don’t know where I end and he begins. And when he cums—deep inside me this time—it’s not a moan he lets out. It’s a fucking growl. Like an animal marking territory.

I cried out, my voice loud enough to wake the dead, my womanhood in a sticky, milky mess. My creamy, white fluid covered Eric's body, dripping down between my own legs and onto the chaise lounge. It even created a puddle in the latter. Eric pulled away from me, his face, his neck and his tattooed chest glistening with my nectar. He straightened himself and took hold of his belt. He smirked, peering at me and I knew what was coming next.