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When Eric starts talking about me, they flock to him like bees to honey. “Oh man, you should have seen this girl I fucked today,” he says. “She was wearing this Catholic schoolgirl outfit, and I got hard just looking at her. Her skirt barely covered her ass, and when she sat down I could see right into her pussy. She wore this tight white shirt tied under her big ass titties, and they were out there on display just begging to be sucked. And fuck me, she had her hair in pigtails! I had a hold of those things the whole time she had my cock in her mouth. Then I fucked her from behind, and damn, that girl was the sweetest piece of ass I’ve ever had. If I’m lucky, Candy Ass will show up here toni

A grin flashed across Erick's face. He gently guided me backwards until I fell across the bed. As I shuffled into place, he crawled up between my legs, his cock rock hard and the condom shining around it. Erick carefully lined up his cock with my entrance, flashed me a grin, and then slammed his entire length into me. A groan escaped me lips. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to push him even deeper inside me. The heat that had been burning in my crotch all night began to grow and spread until it felt as if my entire body was burning.

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Victoria stayed behind her, fingers still teasing her nipples, pinching, rolling, tugging until Sienna whimpered. Ethan freed himself, thick, veined, already leaking at the tip. He fisted the base and tapped the head against her lips. “Open.” She did. He slid in, slow at first, letting her adjust, then deeper until her nose brushed his trimmed hair. Victoria’s hand slid down Sienna’s stomach, under the waistband of her skirt, fingers finding her clit through soaked lace. “Already dripping,” Victoria noted. “Slut.” Sienna moaned around Ethan’s cock. The vibration made him groan. He started fucking her mouth, steady, controlled strokes, while Victoria pushed two fingers inside her, curling aga

"Say whose pussy this is." "Yours," I sobbed out, the pleasure building up so tight in my stomach I thought I would explode. "It’s yours, Mike. Please, don't stop. Fuck me harder!" He gripped my hips, his fingers leaving bruises as he hammered into me. I could feel my walls clamping down on his dick, and the sensation was too much. I looked down and saw him sliding in and out of me, wet and messy, and that view pushed me over the edge.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

“She’s squirting all over my dick!” They didn’t let me come down. Marcus took Tyler’s place immediately, driving into my soaked, pulsing pussy with even more force. He folded me tighter, pushing my legs further back as he railed me. “You’re such a pathetic little squirting whore,” Marcus grunted, slapping my face lightly. “Crying and shaking and still begging for more cock.” I whimpered and sobbed, another orgasm crashing through me almost immediately. I squirted again, harder this time, my legs trembling uncontrollably in his grip.

She kept stroking me through it until the aftershocks faded and I had to gently push her hand away, oversensitive. I rolled toward her and pushed her onto her back. Her legs fell open easily. I kissed down her throat, across her breasts, lingering to suck each nipple until she squirmed. Lower still, over the soft plane of her stomach. The scent of her arousal reached me before I even parted her folds with my fingers. She was slick and swollen. I settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe from her entrance up to her clit. The taste was sharp and clean. Her hips jerked and she made a low sound that went straight through me.

I figured I had five hundred pairs of nylons in my arms. Approaching the bed, I threw the whole lot over the two women. Anna's mouth was busy, but Erika laughed delightedly. She held out her arms and hugged a hundred pairs of nylons to her body while Anna kept licking her. Anna. Her bum was high in the air as she licked Erika to orgasm. Ready for me. I grabbed the lube and slathered it all over my fingers. The instant I started to slide my fingers into her hole, she began to waggle her ass back and forth, signalling 'Give it to me'.

“Maybe if you were good enough, I’d let you take my cock without much teasing. Bend you over the desk. Slide in slow at first, let you feel every inch stretching that tight little hole. Then I’d fuck you hard. Deep. Knowing my colleagues could hear every whimper, every slap of skin on skin. You’d have to bite your lip to stay quiet, but you’d fail. You’d moan my name. Loud. Desperate.” “Oh shit… yes.” “I knew you had it in you, my kinky boy.” The praise hit like a spark to dry grass. My hips rocked up into my hand, seeking friction. I wanted to unzip, wanted to stroke myself properly, but I settled for pressing harder, grinding the heel of my palm against the head. “Tell me what you’d do,” h