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For those final few seconds, I smother her face with my slick pûssy, my hips rocking uncontrollably even as the waves of my órgasm begin to subside. Then, my body collapses forward, exhaustion washing over me. I feel her crawl from beneath me, rising to face me. Her face is wet, her usual scent now overpowered by the raw, intoxicating scent of my release. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmurs softly. “How can I ever repay you for that?” I ask, gentle pants still escaping my lips. “Make love to me, Tori. Real girl-on-girl love-making—the way only another woman can.” “Like… pûssy grinding?” I ask uncertainly. I’ve never done anything like this before.

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

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 thrill of their collective dominance, the taboo of this sacred orgy, pulsed through me, my clit throbbing despite the exhaustion, a testament to the insatiable desire they’d awakened. The raven-haired leader rose, her crimson robe slipping to the floor, revealing her naked form, her breasts full and nipples hard. “The caress begins,” she announced, her voice a sultry command, guiding me to a larger velvet-draped platform in the center of the room. The silver-haired woman followed, her sheer gown discarded, her slender body glistening with oil, a mischievous glint in her eye as she carried a tray of toys—vibrators, dildos, and a double-ended strap-on. The brunette, her curls wild, shed he

JULIA After supper and listlessly watching TV for a couple hours, I went to bed with my laptop and searched for Mistress Dark on the web. She had a professionally designed web page showing what services she offered. A lot of them were directed towards offering her services to subs without dominants, but she also offered training, and sold products for the well equipped slave owners home. Her website showed photos of many of the furniture products in use, with only the genitals or breasts of the model blacked out. As I looked at some of them, I felt myself get wet again, imagining myself displayed and used like this, uncompromisingly serving a demanding owner. I needed to cum again. I took of

Shame and embarrassment should have demanded she stop it from happening, but a puff of air from Erica's mouth pushed her into another realm where her father's voice couldn't be heard. A million sparks tingled just inside her pussy lips and spread up into her body deeper than her fingers had ever reached. She panted, feeling each taunting breath her friend released. Erica's eyes had never been as big or as green as they were now, staring up from below her black bush. The long lashes blinked slowly, then it happened. Nothing she had ever done to herself felt so wonderful. The same sensual tongue that had probed her mouth and danced with her own tongue was licking her inflamed labia. “Ahhh, oh

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

she whispered. That one word... it undid something in me. I let my fingers explore more, pulsing in and out of her wet pussy— all while watching her face. Her lashes fluttered, her breath caught, and she squirmed just slightly in her seat. "Keep your legs open for me," I murmured and she parted it wider, hand gripping the door handle. "That's it." She whimpered again — that quiet, breathy sound that was making me go crazy. My cock hardened inside my pants and the need to fuck her hole in car grew but I knew I had to hold myself back. Layla might be back any moment.

“Everyone watching while I devour this sweet cunt.” I moaned, rocking against his hand. The visual combined with his skilled fingers had me dripping. Through the glass, the woman came hard, shaking in her bonds. Her Dom stood, freed his cock, and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. The raw fucking that followed—her bound body jolting with each impact—made me clench around Damien’s fingers. He added a third finger, stretching me. “You’re soaked. Does watching turn you on, little submissive?” “Yes, Sir,” I gasped. My hips moved shamelessly, chasing the pleasure. He pinched my nipple through the lace, rolling it sharply. The mix of sensations—his fingers fucking me, the erotic display befor

The woman's eyes widened as she screamed in pleasure. The two women laid Rosette down and the short-haired girl sat on her face, allowing her to eat her there while the other girl was busy finger fxxking her cunt. Rosette put her arm around the thigh of the woman with short hair as she grinned and pressed herself even harder on her. Their erotic moans of pleasure, giggles, and groans filled his room.