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Ava’s words lingered in the quiet bedroom like smoke soft, earnest, and far more dangerous than she realized. “I want to experience it all,” she whispered against my chest, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “The whips… the rules… being your bad girl. I want everything you enjoy, Eric. I want to be part of your world.”

She got up and kissed me out of excitement, her tongue roaming in my mouth and licking my face up. “I told you not to take those brownies, that they would make you very horny.” I whispered in her ears as I returned the kiss, using my tongue to finger her mouth and explore different parts of it. “I am aware but I have this wild fantasy of eating your ass while you eat another woman's vagina and I want to satisfy it today.” She whispered back into my ears before licking my ear and pulling out of the embrace. “Fine.” I went to the cupboard and got a couple of vibratory and customised dildos.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

She embraced him tightly as tremors of intense pleasure rocked her body and they both came shamelessly in front of an eager audience. While getting fucked from behind, Eva watched her husband empty himself into Aura. She watched how he had collapsed onto her naked body to release his load and how he practically sucked the perspiration off of her neck as he came. He watched how her hands explored his body all the way from his butt up to his back while he ate her neck. It was not just lust but something deeper. She knew Boris enough to realize that and it never bothered her. She enjoyed the eroticism of the moment while Romeo fucked her senseless from behind.

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 was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

I asked, even though I’d spent enough nights here to know. “That’s where we’ve got a new face. Calls themselves a voyeur, but they’re not watching the scenes. They’re watching people.” The way he said it made the hairs rise on my arms. “What’s the difference?” Andre shifted his weight, leaning in just enough that I caught the faint scent of leather oil on his shirt. “A voyeur gets off on the energy of what’s happening—watching people connect, play, trust each other. But this one… they’re tracking who’s talking to who, what gets whispered in the corners, who’s slipping in and out of the private rooms. Not once have I seen their eyes on a scene.”

My brother in law is drilling into my pussy while he friends are spilling their hot cum on me like a cum bucket This is my paradise How did I get myself into this? **************** My pussy is sopping wet after running out from the bathroom and going back to my husband. “Let's go home” I say, frantically packing my back, my face is burning hot from what I just saw, I am blushing from desire and not from shame. I never knew I had a thing for voyeurism, why am I so wet from it?.