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Cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples, sliding down my sides. I arch into him, gasping. “Damon. Please.” “Please what?” “Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care. Just…” His hand slides between my legs and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my throat. “For you. Only for you.” His fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit. Pleasure shoots through me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me make you feel good, little wolf.”

I sat beside her, close enough that our knees touched. “It felt different with you listening,” I admitted. “Knowing you were touching yourself… hearing you moan while he was inside me. It made everything more intense. I came harder because of you.” Lila’s breathing had gone shallow. I unlocked my phone, opened the p**n app I sometimes used, and tilted the screen toward her. I scrolled slowly through videos, showing her different positions Theo and I had done, me on my back with my legs pushed wide, me riding him reverse, him taking me from behind while I held onto the headboard.

The bedroom was huge and luxurious. Valeria opened a large drawer beside the bed and took out several items. She laid them on the silk sheets: a thick black dildo with realistic veins, a smaller pink vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps. “Lie on the bed,” Valeria ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open.” Aurora obeyed. She spread her thighs, showing her red, swollen pussy. It was still dripping from her previous orgasms.

A cruel crotch rope ran between her legs, the coarse fibers soaked in her flowing juices, grinding mercilessly against her swollen clit and pressing deep into her tight asshole. Gwyneth was positioned above her in a strict 69 — suspended in a hogtie directly over Eira, wrists bound to ankles, back arched sharply so her perky breasts hung downward and her tight, dripping pussy hovered inches above Eira’s face. The position forced her cunt to drip warm strands of arousal directly onto her lover’s lips and tongue. The wind howled through the stones. The bonfire crackled. The distant sound of waves crashing against the cliffs mixed with the women’s soft, broken whimpers.

I’d let myself into the house, have a couple beers and sit myself down on the couch in my office, flicking on some p**n. And after a couple minutes, the vids do their work. Oh yeah, I’ll find a brunette who looks just like Angie, curvy, ripe, nubile, with a big, hot butt and jiggling tits. And stroking myself, I’ll erupt, the white trailing all over the couch, making a mess on the rug while gasping her name.

“Feel that? How much your body wants this?” The shorter woman’s fingers stroked through my wetness, slow and deliberate, coating themselves before circling my clit. “She’s dripping,” she said softly, almost to the other woman. Then she looked up at me, eyes dark with heat. “Does it feel good when I do this?” Her fingertip pressed just a little harder. I moaned again, louder this time, head tipping back against the wall as the steam and their mouths and their hands pulled every coherent thought straight out of me.

In fact, her pink and extremely attractive nipples were very reddish. The ground around us was a witness to the way we sweated, and I knew that not every academy in the world was worth a sex like that. My whole legs were sweaty, and Joana's legs contained the mark of her excitement, which had flowed the moment she came hard. The woman had three orgasms. Three. On the same night. I didn't know if she would remember with pride the way she did, but at least she wouldn't forget. I had left a mark on his body and memory.

For the first time in my entire life, I could not get my member to awaken. My wolf continued defying me, denying me the pleasure of a more than promising night. The woman put some work in it as if she would be a professional, she used those Botox lips on my manhood until they became numb, she rubbed her globes around it and she even danced in my lap, like a striptease artist.

"Ha, ha ah ...... still tickles ...... sir ...... it tickles here too... ..." The bit of lubricant had long since been warmed by Hermosa's palm. Desire consumed her sanity and shame. Her legs parted and she sat on the towel, she reached up and dipped her hand into some of the clear liquid to rub her already swollen clit and wet flesh, holding the other half in her palm to fondle her already lift nipples. hermosa was now like a sexy girl live in a Pornhub video "Uhhhhh ...... mmmm ......" So comfortable. Wave after wave of pleasure made Hermosa's loins and eyes go weak and she soothed herself as she leaned backwards, her head resting on the edge of the tub, her moist bottom wide open to Brent

inging pain that made him pause. "Stop," she commanded, her voice a low, stern warning. "Not yet." She led him to an immersion table, her movements fluid and confident. She secured his wrists and ankles to the table, flipping him upside down, his face mere inches from her core. She unzipped his pants, his cock already hard and ready. She took him in her hand, her grip firm as she stroked him, her movements slow and teasing. Wolf's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body straining against the restraints, but he didn't moan, understanding her game, knowing that any sound would be a mistake. The timer on the wall ticked down, the seconds counting away until it reached zero. Domica released him,