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She swallowed every drop. Another afternoon, they fucked in the guest bathroom. Jasper bent her over the sink. He watched in the mirror as he thrust into her from behind. Her breasts swayed with each stroke. She bit her lip to stay quiet. They both came hard and fast. The risk stayed constant. His dad was often nearby. The thrill made Jasper harder than ever. Vivienne grew bolder too. She sent him secret texts with photos of her body. Jasper stroked himself in his room looking at them.

Heat dripped down my face but my body betrayed me as another wave of wetness coated my fingers. His voice was low and calm. “Miss Voss,” he said pushing off the table as he stepped close to me. “I see you’ve been enjoying my private collections.” He stopped right in front of me with his eyes deliberately lowered to where my fingers had been. “Naughty girl,” he murmured, his voice becoming dangerously lower. “Reading my book while you fuck yourself in my library. Do you think I wouldn’t notice?” I couldn’t speak, my mouth was dry but my pussy throbbed even harder under the vibrator.

He didn't say anything instead he took one of my nipples in his mouth and cupped the other breast and I moaned then he went on to kiss the little baby bump on my stomach which was now slightly visible. "I can't wait for you to have our children" he smiled and gave my stomach one last kiss. He kissed my lips and held the back of my head as he deepened the kiss. We kissed passionately for a few seconds before he carried me on his arms and placed me in the bathtub. He joined me in the bathtub and made me sit on his torso and I held on to the side of the bathtub. Yeah, cowgirl position in the bathtub. He penetrated my wet vagina which was wet from my juices and the water. I moaned, we both moane

I just needed it badly Leo raised his heard to stare into my eyes as his fingers kept wandering about down there His eyes were full of lust and unexplainable desires He continued to stare at me, and so did I Least did I know what he was actually up to Before I could understand what was going on, a sharp pain was felt down there unexpectedly “Aah!…Leo? What are you doing?” I asked with trembling voice Not only my voice, but my entire body was shaking I couldn’t make out where that pain was coming from, but I sure felt something inside my p***y

I pleaded, shocking myself. “No,” Damien replied. Meanwhile, the man drove his fingers into her with a ruthless speed and I felt my own walls clench on thin air, needing to be filled by Damien’s fingers urgently. The rougher he got with her, the higher my lust climbed. My mind screamed for the man to just fuck her and I didn’t recognize my inner voice. Why was I loving it so much? I never knew I had a voyeur kink and it was better than any fantasy I could have ever had, obliterating all the others.

A lesbian couple explores dominance and submission when one breaks their rules. This leads to a raw and intimate moment of punishment and deep connection. Trigger Warning: This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. ****************** I came home from work early and found Tory naked in our bed, using the vibrator on her pussy. Instead of reacting right away, I took a moment to watch her. Her legs were spread wide, and she was pleasuring herself with a wild, carefree abandon I rarely saw. Usually, Tory was shy about this, but not now. I savored the sight of her misbehaving.

This is something else entirely. He remembers the older staff telling stories—whispers in the breakroom, murmurs over coffee and cigarettes. Tales of guests who were out of control. Women, usually wealthy, bored, or lonely, who would proposition the staff without shame. He always thought those stories were exaggerated. Urban legends passed down between shifts to keep things interesting. But this—this is not a story. This is happening. Live. Raw. Unfiltered. And she’s not ashamed. Not even close. There’s no guilt on her face. No hesitation in her actions. Her eyes are sharp, focused only on him as if he’s the only man that exists in the universe right now.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

He had never believed himself to be a voyeur but he couldn’t deny how erotic it was to watch the gorgeous Erica giving a blow job to her boyfriend. “Shit, I’m gonna spew!” She went faster with her sucking, stroking, and fondling. Lucas put a hand behind her head and fucked her face for all it was worth. “Uuurrghh…”

A single small voyeur's hole in the isolated pavilion had perfectly severed the leash of the second female, who would bring terrible degradation to the peaceful maternal estate. The night deepened heavily. My wet core, corrupted and brainwashed by voyeurism. It continued to flare non-stop, receiving that colossal flesh pillar countless times in my fantasies until the break of dawn.