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“An invitation to stop pretending. To stop reading that book and looking out the window and pretending you don’t want me to do filthy, unspeakable things to you right here on this seat.” Her entire body went rigid. A wave of heat washed over her, so intense it made her dizzy. He was right. The bastard was right. From the moment he’d sat down, her mind had been a whirlwind of depraved images. His hands on her, his mouth claiming hers, the feeling of being overpowered, taken, used in this public, semi-private space. She was disgusted with herself, and she was more aroused than she had ever been in her life. “I don’t…” she started, but the words died in her throat, turning to ash.

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.

The feel of the leather against my sex makes me grow wetter, my orgasm rising as his fingers playfully rub. Moaning, the orgasm takes over, my head throwing backwards as his fingers gently sit on my sex. The leather is sending me crazy, making me moan, as I fall forward after the orgasm passes. His hands reach up, releasing mine. I pout, my eyes looking at him.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

I met her online, on some dating site. I can't remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and i*******m. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I'm the exact same way, and it's gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets he

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

I answered, my voice frail, my body desperate. "Fucking you is all I think about." My breath clenched, my clit twitched painfully. I saw his face contort into something darker, he wanted me badly, just as much as I wanted him. I can't be a good girl anymore, not when these devilish eyes are staring back at me. "Then do it, claim me Frederico, fuck me, make me yours."

“Four.” I stroke her ass, finding pleasure in her trembling frame. As my fingers grazed the few inches of flesh closest to her wetness, she moved into my touch. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, what?” I asked, enjoying the sound of her pleas. “Tell me what you want.” “Touch me,” she said, her sweet voice sounding like molten sin. “I need you, Alpha.”I slid my knuckles down her spine, and started sliding my fingers through her slick folds. When I reached her swollen bud, I caressed it with the gentlest of strokes.

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