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She moans, "Yesssssss...Sweetie, that's it...yesssss...eat my pussy...eat my clit...eat it...mmmmmmm...yessssss...yessssss...that's good...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh!" Eric, grabs me from behind and starts pumping the hard flesh, "Here...sweetie, I'll take care of you." , While I worked her clit and Eric stroked, our moans filled the shower. He knew exactly what I needed; his fingers barely wrapping over the shaft, worked back and forth over the corona.

I follow quickly after, ropes of hot cum spurting deep inside her. I’m not sure if Stacy’s wild side was brought out by the Moonshade Elixir, but damn, that was incredible!

she said and pulled my ass back onto her face. Troy kept pounding away. Erin reached a hand down and started to rub her clit. I pushed it away and leaned forward. I took a long lick down her pubes and onto her clit. Troy's hips thrust into the top of my head, but he's long enough to still have four inches in her and give me plenty of room to work.

Triple-stuffed, her body convulsed in dirty ecstasy. “Take the triple, you insatiable whore… dildo in your mouth, cocks in your pussy and ass, filling you completely, fucking you until you cum again,” Stefan growled. The room reeked of pure sex, moans echoing off the marble walls, the mirrors reflecting the depravity: Pathy in the middle, cocks sliding in and out, fluids flying everywhere.

Then kissed me. My face burned red, I haven’t kissed a girl before. She tastes good, I could also taste his cock from her saliva. I started rocking my waist while sitting on his face, his tongue flickering inside of me curling and licking my clit. “Oh Yeahhhh” I gasped. She stopped riding him and came down, I followed down too. He held my waist “What took you so long?” He asked while looking into my eyes. He laid my back on his bed, spread my legs wide open, Stacy climbed over me and sat on my face, I licked her, she moaned so well. I started sucking her clit while she was rocking on me, then I felt a heavy thrust.

I asked, stroking her hair. She sniffed and looked up at me with big, needy eyes. “I’ve been giving you signals, Eric.” Before I could say anything, her small hand slipped inside my pants and wrapped around my cock. She started stroking me, hard and eager. I chuckled softly. “You’re still horny?” She nodded fast, still stroking me. “Yes… I am. I wasn’t satisfied with the other round. Can you open my skirt? You’ll see how I’m dripping.”

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "HUNGER UNLEASHED" "GARY'S POV" -------- For months, Elena Harper had been starving.

Then she leaned forward, offering her breasts. Victor latched immediately—gentler than before, almost reverent. Long, slow pulls that drew milk in steady streams rather than desperate jets. Stacy began to ride—unhurried rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against his base with every downward motion. Milk flowed freely around his lips, dripping onto his chest, mixing with the sweat already beading on his skin. Their bodies glistened—slick, slippery, moving together in a primal, wordless rhythm.

Eric sat forward though, watching as his wife starting to kiss around the tip. "Mmm, I can taste his pre-cum," she said, looking up at Eric, to Dex, and then back. A line of ooze was hanging from her tongue after she moved it across the head. Moaning, she moved her lips completely around the head, closing her eyes and sliding her lips down a bit. Eric smiled, watching intently. "What is it you like so much about this?" Nicole asked. He shrugged, not looking away. Vicky was taking her time, her lips sliding up and down the shaft, her mouth sucking at the head, her tongue sliding along the length. She was warm and wet, and her incredible talent was hard to withstand.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking softly at first, then deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat on every downstroke. His scarred hand tightened in my hair, guiding me now. Slow, controlled thrusts that had my eyes watering from the stretch and the steam. “Fuck, Darcie,” he growled, head tipping back against the tile. I moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. One hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently while the other stroked what my mouth couldn’t reach. I pulled back to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head, dipping into the slit, then plunged down again, faster this time, greedy.