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I jerked, sending shiver like lightning down my spine. He licked my pussy, using his tongue to lick every wetness on it. He moaned as he lick it, letting out air from his mouth against my wet pussy. He used his tongue and found my pussy, he moved his tongue in slow teasing circles, rubbing my clit slowly. Then he sucked it hard, hard enough my legs felt numb and I jerked as he used his teeth to grave my clit, shaking on his desk. He shoved two fingers inside my pussy as he flickered his tongue on my clit, curling his fingers hard.

An aura of the stench of cum pervaded the air around them, intensifying the lust that surrounded them. Eric was turning into a different person. It felt like Jenna was going to blow up. They were both going to lose their minds over these cravings and desires that were coursing through their bodies. Feeling his balls close together made Eric nearly lose control of himself, a soft moan slipping from his lips.

⚠️ Author’s Note – Mature Content Warning ⚠️ Hey, lovely readers! Just a quick heads-up — this chapter contains explicit sexual scenes that are intense and may not be suitable for all audiences. Please read with caution if you're sensitive to dark, mature themes. Also, I’ll be honest — I'm still learning how to write erotic scenes, so this might not be perfect, but I poured my effort into it and truly hope it delivers the heat and emotion you're craving. 🖤

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

He found Tom’s back hole and nudged it with his finger. “Am I doing this okay?” “You’re doing it great, don’t stop.” Eric had his body wrapped around Tom’s—the sensation of Eric’s rock-hard muscles and large frame against him, dick pressed against his thighs, and using his finger to explore just inside the rim of his asshole, was absolutely glorious. He felt protected and close, the erotic thrill of his back hole being poked and prodded unbelievably exciting. His balls tightened up again, and he wanted to finish in Eric’s mouth.

She bucked against the bed, up and down, due to the movement of his hips smacking against her. He became brutal, dominating. He slid his hand between her cleavage, down to her throat, and held her there, completely arched, bent backward for him. Her breasts bounced as he fucked her relentlessly. Their movements became a sizzling, erotic dance of lust and desire that neither could control. He watched the sight before him: her smooth, glistening skin, her alluring, pointed breasts bouncing relentlessly as he moved brutally against her. God, it was so beautiful, he wanted more. It twisted his brain, making him uncontrollable.

And then his mouth was on her — fast, hungry, vicious. She cried out, back arching. He didn’t care about finesse. He licked and sucked like he needed to ruin her. Her thighs trembled around his head. Her fingers twisted in his curls. “Don’t you dare stop,” she panted. Rome groaned into her. Juno had crawled up beside her, lips tracing lazy paths over her breast. Amara’s body had become something unrecognizable — all ache and hunger and light. Rome slid two fingers inside her while his tongue never left her clit.

This was sexual overtime, when I had the chance to make Eric come again as he watched me toy with Babyface, and when I raced against the clock to reach another orgasm before I made Babyface come. I get up on the bed and slowly crawl towards him. I lick my upper lip as I prepare to play with him, giving Eric time to recharge for the final release. Straddling Babyface, I position myself just in front of his swollen cock with my pussy just out of his eager lips’ reach, then I slowly slide my right hand down to my skirt and reach under it. “You want your cock inside me, don’t you?” I say as I stroke my wet pussy and fondle my left breast, rubbing them both counterclockwise. “You want to squeeze

Nothing else existed but him. His scent was a raw, masculine mix of rain, expensive cologne, and pure, unbridled desire. The feel of his skin is hot and impossibly smooth against my tongue. The way his precum coated my taste buds was like the first intoxicating sip of the finest, most forbidden alcohol. He was so heavy, so thick, that I had to stretch my jaw wide, straining to take him all in, to accommodate his sheer, overwhelming size. “Good girl,” he groaned, the words a guttural rasp of approval that vibrated through his cock and straight into my soul. His hips flexed forward, pushing himself deeper.