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Her pussy slides up and down my shaft smoothly, gripping me tightly each time she drops. I feel close again, my cock throbs inside Mia as she moves faster. She grinds her clit against me with every stroke. Her moans grow louder until her body suddenly shakes. She cums hard, her pussy pulsing around my cock in strong waves. Lana takes her place next, she turns around and rides me in reverse again, but this time she leans forward and rests her hands on my thighs. The new angle lets my cock hit deeper inside her. She moves fast and rough, chasing her own pleasure.

She gagged as she closed her hand around his cock and then began a quick pumping of it, hoping to make him come quickly and to get the awful act over and done with. “Slow and sexy,” the man panted in caution. “Otherwise no shower.” Tessa resisted the urge to tell him to keep it and slowed her pace. She gave little saps of supposed pleasure to encourage him to reach his climax sooner. The feel of his warm, pulsing cock in her hand made her feel sick and the fact that it was black worse still. She kept her eyes closed and swallowed hard, using a lighter touch to wank him, once again to speed his end. Too late she sensed him coming and recoiled in disgust as a jet of his warm, sticky sperm hit

This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. (Big Butt Plug : A lesbian BDSM Story - Part 2) "This is where you start learning, baby." I murmur. I pressed the tip of the plug against her asshole, gently circling it. Tory whimpered, her breath fogging the glass. I could feel her body trembling beneath me. My free hand grazed her lower back, tracing down to the curve of her ass. She flinched when I pushed the plug in slowly, working it past the tight ring of muscle.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

I cried out into the linens. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take it, you slutty nun.” He slammed deeper. Hips slapped my ass. The shelf rattled. His hand on my neck kept me pinned while he fucked me in long, rough strokes. “This what you’ve been thinking about during mass?” he asked. “Getting bent over and filled?” “Yes—” He reached around and rubbed my clit hard while he thrust. I came a second time, clenching around him, moaning into the cloth. He kept pounding through it.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

We're already steaming over the windows. "Theresa." I say her name like a prayer, pressing my face between her soft thighs. "Theresa. Fuck." She's whimpering, her hips twitching up in a stuttering rhythm. She's close. My girl is close. But maybe I can drag this out longer somehow—maybe I can steal a few more minutes— Theresa's thighs begin to shake, rattling the bench against the wall, and she lets out a broken wail. Oh, well. I grunt and press closer, lapping at her clit for all I'm worth.

“Tell me what you’ve seen, Rein. In detail.” My voice came out shaky but honest. I couldn’t stop myself. “The engineering guys have that freshman pinned. One in his throat, one in his ass—deep, raw, no condom. His hole’s gaping every time they pull out, shiny with lube and spit. He’s loving it. And over by the stage… the debate captain’s choking on two swim-team cocks at once while they finger him open. Cum’s already drying on his face. And the group by the curtains—there’s a guy getting fucked so hard his feet aren’t even touching the ground anymore. His dick’s just leaking everywhere untouched.”

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

She fucked herself hard while her other hand pinched and twisted her aching nipples, her brain replaying the feel of marcus strong hands on her breasts from the slip earlier, his powerful body pressing against her. His image in her mind pushed her over the edge. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her body shaking with the first real orgasm she’d had in years. The guilt hit immediately afterward, but the pleasure lingered, leaving her breathless and shocked at how vivid the fantasy had been. The fire instead of being quenched, was highly ignited…Tamara wanted more…..wanted those strong hands to grip her boobs tightly……she wanted him to dominate her. The principal's wife slutty Era j