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" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

Fucking hell. I start moving slow at first, and then soon, I pick up the pace as I bounce hard, ass slapping against her thighs, lost in the wet heat and her constant stream of praise and filth. “Fuck, look at that greedy pussy swallowing me. So shy in the world, but such a desperate little cum-slut for your succubus.” Lira’s voice is low, wanton in a way that makes me want to cum right there and then. My nipples feel tight, hard, and when she rubs her tail against it, I feel like my heart is going to force its way out through my throat.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

The two women started to scoot into one another. "I've always wondered if this would work," Madri said. Their legs slid over one another, Erika enjoyed the feel of Madri's weight on her leg. Their skin looked so beautiful together. In a moment, their pussies were pressed together. Erika liked the heat and warmth of Madri's pussy against her own. Madri pushed her hips into Erika's. Erika felt the doctor's hard clitoris press against her own. She groaned and then began to push back. The two women began to push back and forth against one another. They started to move in a steady rhythm. As they moved, Erika moved her hand over her own legs and Madri's. Madri began to rub her breasts. Their puss

Closely so. As the waves swept close, Marcus reached down and flicked his nipple, pinching hard enough to bring his release faster. Jeremy pulled out the cock and dropped a glob of his saliva on the thick length, massaging it into the veins as he got to his feet. “What are you doing?” Marcus asked, narrowing his hazy eyes. “I want you to fuck me,” Jeremy said, turning around and guiding Marcus’s hand to his hips, “hard. So when I got out there and meet my wife, your cock and the way it feels inside me, is what I think about.”

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

For a moment we just breathed together, foreheads pressed, the fire crackling beside us. Then she kissed me. “You did so well,” she murmured against my lips. “Made me cum so hard. But I’m not finished with you yet.” She reached for the fleece pants I’d kicked aside earlier and pulled something from the pocket—a small, thick silicone toy, curved and ridged. My eyes widened. “You brought a strapless?” I asked, half-laughing, half-aroused all over again. Rivka grinned, wicked. “I was only supposed to drop off wood. Plans change when a beautiful, lonely woman opens the door looking like she needs to be ruined in the best way.”

Thierry and Adewale claimed them in turn, the women used without mercy. Elena’s first orgasm was slow rolling — a deep, swelling tide. “Oh fuck… it’s building so deep in my cunt,” she moaned breathlessly. “Your thick cock is stretching me so good… I’m rolling… don’t stop filling your whore!” Lila’s was sudden and sharp. “Ahh— I’m cumming right now!” she screamed, body locking. “Pound my wet pussy harder— yes— I’m squirting all over your cock like a slut!”