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3’s mouth as well, leaving our lipstick smears around the skin of his fingers. Then he dips his fingers into his champagne flute, repeating the process again while we run out tongues all over his fingers. Then he does it the third time, then the fourth time, and by the fifth time, his fingers are totally coated with our lipsticks of different shades of red and pink, and yet dry from our desperate sucking. In a strange way this has made me horny, and when I look at No. 2 who's clenching her legs tightly, and No. 3 who's tongue is still out and her eye all hazy, I realise that they feel the same way.

Jake hummed dirty, sucking hard through my release and swallowing every single drop until my knees went weak. Jake slowly got up, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his thumb and grinning at me. "Look at you, such a messy good boy," he teased softly. I pulled him by his shirt collar and kissed him deep, tasting my own cum on his tongue as we both breathed heavily. We quickly fixed our clothes, brushing off our pants and fixing our aprons. Jake was still hard and when I reached to touch his dick, he smirked. "Hey," Jake said, tapping my waist. "Come out to the club with me tonight. I have something I want to show you."

Lila came violently, squirting around his cock as she screamed his name. Damon roared and exploded deep inside her, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting, pushing every drop deep as he marked her. They stayed connected, breathing heavily. Damon kissed her possessively. “This isn’t over.” Lila smiled weakly, cum dripping down her thighs. “I know.”

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

'You'd better take me to bed then. Upstairs we undressed and crawled onto the bed and lay together kissing and stroking each other. It had been warm out on the golf course and I could smell perspiration on both our bodies. Perversely, it turned me on; I wanted to smell Sandra's cunt, bury my face in her sweaty labia. She didn't resist as I parted her legs and knelt down, pushing my nose into her russet bush and inhaling deeply. 'God you smell sexy,' I murmured. I pushed my tongue between her outer lips, seeking the entrance to her vagina. She was already wet, already aroused and the musky smell of her juices mingled with the sweaty odour of her thighs. I wanted it all: taste and smell. I lic

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

He sucked with a sudden, violent intensity, his tongue lashing against the bud like a whip. The orgasm hit her like an explosion. Ruth-Ann's body went rigid, her head snapping back as a high, piercing scream tore from her throat. Her pussy clamped down on his tongue, milking him, as waves of hot, honeyed fluid erupted from her, soaking his face and chest.

He kept stroking through the orgasm, milking himself dry, body shaking as the fantasy lingered. Panting, dizzy, and still floating in post-nut haze, Julian grabbed his phone with cum-smeared fingers. The best shots were ready. He quickly selected the full explicit album—dozens of obscene nudes—and meant to send them to his mentor, Mr. Harlan. His thumb slipped. Sent to Damien Voss. The realization hit him like ice water two seconds later.

Each smack sent jolts straight to her clit. Kane dropped the belt and palmed her sore cheeks, spreading them wide. “Look at this greedy little cunt. Soaking the desk already.” He slid two thick fingers through her folds, gathering her wetness, then pushed them deep inside her without warning. Emily moaned loud, back arching. His fingers were huge, stretching her tight walls. He curled them, stroking that spongy spot that made her see stars. “You’re going to apologize properly,” he said, pumping slowly. “And you’re going to cum on my cock while you do it.”