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Erik asked with lusty eyes staring straight at Shana. Shana nodded her head. She wanted so bad to be filled with his hard dick. Erik bent down and picked up the condom packet and threw it aside before taking Shana to the edge of the bathtub. He pushed himself inside of her and began to move. Both their bodies were shaking. Erik was so aroused he can barely think straight. He started moving quicker and harder. Faster, harder and faster. Finally, everything was in sync with each other. His body was exploding. The intense vibrations coming from inside of Shana were driving Erik insane. It felt so good and right for Shana as well.

Kade cursed behind me, slamming into me a few more times before he stilled, groaning as he spilled inside me. Dante pulled me up onto the bed, his hands roaming my oversensitive body as he positioned me on my back. “I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, settling between my legs. Behind me, Kade’s fingers trailed down my spine, teasing, making my stomach clench with anticipation. His voice was lazy and taunting. “She’s still shaking. Think she can take more?” “Oh, she’ll take it,” Dante said, his deep voice thick with amusement. He leaned back against the headboard, stroking himself lazily, watching me like a predator toying with his prey.

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NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

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Erica asked before she quickly took her top off and headed towards them. “I’m in a fuckin’ coma or somethin’ because I dreamt last night. This can’t be a dream.” Ed said as Erica pulled her pants down and sat on Ed’s lap, gyrating her hips and pressing her own sexy ass around on Ed’s bare cock while Darla took her top off and put her tits right in Ed’s face; Ed fingered Darla while sucking on her nipple and let Erica just do her own thing with his cock before Erica took her blue thong off and straddled him, taking half of his thick cock at once before she started slowly bouncing up and down to ease the rest of him inside her, “This is amazing!” “You really are.” Erica said as she fucked away

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