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My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o

Outside of her fantasies, her daydreams, the stories she told herself when she came, this was new. But it felt old. It felt as if she’d always been on the bed with this man, always had his hands on her body, always had his whispered words working through her mind. He reached one hand under her and began to rub her clit as he fucked her. She made a low, keening sound under her breath, unable to stop herself. “Come when I tell you,” he said. Could she? Gina felt that she was right on the edge, teetering. What if he didn’t tell her fast enough? What if he didn’t say that she could and she came without permission? What if…

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

“Tell the people watching what you want.” She was panting, her vision blurring. The words came out, husky and broken. “I… I want it. I want all of it. Fuck me. Use me.” The chat exploded with new messages. The finger in her ass withdrew, replaced by the blunt, terrifying head of a new cock. Marcus roared, driving into her pussy with a final, deep thrust. Jax shoved his cock back into her mouth, down to the base.

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.

Ronan followed seconds later, filling him again. Saturday morning began with extended oral. Ronan woke Emery with his mouth, slow and deliberate, learning every reaction. He took him deep, held him there, then pulled off to lick along the underside until Emery was fully hard and leaking. He repeated the pattern. Deep, slow, then teasing. Until Emery’s hands were fisted in the sheets. Only when Emery was close to breaking did Ronan stop, roll him onto his stomach, and push inside. The first thrusts were careful. Then they turned harder. Ronan held Emery’s wrists above his head with one hand and used the other to pull his hips back to meet every stroke. The breeding talk stayed constant. Promi

please. Her hand presses my erection... again and again... Humm... I'll have a hard time resisting. My eyes are closed now as she releases my shaft from its prison... She strokes me slowly, and I... I can't do anything else... I let myself be carried away by her gentle caresses... it's so addictive! She locks the door and quickly undresses. I've never seen anyone so fast...

Those lips are as soft as I imagined, and he’s a good kisser. I must say Thirst Trap really knows how to use those hands because the pleasure coursing through me is on another level. It doesn’t take long for pressure to build in the pit of my stomach. The scent of me fills the air, and it makes me even more aroused than I already am. Thirst Trap’s cock twitches against my lower back, and that is the deal breaker. My legs start to quiver, and I feel a climax approaching. “Noo!” I cry out when they both stop touching me right before I can climax. I was so close!

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.