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“Yes, baby. Milk my cock, milk it with your tight pussy, he removed his finger from my clit and grabbed my hips. As he pressed his cock back into my pussy and began to move it in and out, fucking me again faster, I wanted to cum. He pounded into me three more times. Then jerked out, and I could hear him jerking off his dick, and I felt a hot spurt of cum landing all over my back. Even one shot up to my shoulder, I grinded back at him, letting him cum all over my ass. Oh, you fuck so good. And you're such a slut, he said holding my ass. As he pulled his cock out of my pussy. “Only a slut for you,” he said. Resting my bare tits on the Cold table, still thinking how perfect he is while fucking

“I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’ll gift you things you never even dreamed of.” Her words echo like poison through my head. Oh great. Like I haven’t heard that line before. The same disgusting mantra, dressed in calm, polished tones. Mortification claws through my body, wrapping around my ribs, suffocating me. My lips tremble violently,

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

She looked towards the bathroom door and realized she didn't even know the name of the woman. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Eros sat sprawled naked on the couch in the dark room, a slave was kneeling in front of him stroking his flaccid cork. He had noticed that his length was always limp these days, even when he saw a naked woman, even when Dimitra tried to seduce him a few days ago with her smoking hot body. He was easily aroused, especially by Dimitra's body, but since the incident with the girl, he had been limp. Each time he wants to get himself pleasured the humiliating scene plays out in his head and it always makes him lose interest.

Now it was the entire amount, and I could hardly feel my body. My breathing was crisp as I tried to bring my mind back to reality. “I don’t think I can cum like that. I need to be aroused,” the man said. There was a beat of silence before Petra answered, from the sounds of their lips, it sounded as though they were kissing. Who was this man?! What was going on?? “I can make that happen,” she said in a low and seductive tone.

Sophia lost count of how many times she came—hard, shaking orgasms that left her breathless and trembling. At one point they had her on all fours. Dom took her from behind, deep and commanding, while Rafe slid into her mouth. Kai and Marcus stroked themselves, touching her everywhere they could reach. The intensity built again. Sophia was overwhelmed in the best possible way—completely surrounded, filled, and worshipped by four gorgeous, powerful men. “Come for us again,” Dom growled, slamming into her harder. “Let us hear you.” She shattered one final time, moaning loudly around Rafe as her body clenched hard.

“Now you get to watch what real cocks can do.” The bedroom door opened by itself. Two men stepped in. At least… they used to be men. Both were tall, heavily muscled, skin slightly very red under the lights and when a shadowy edge. Their eyes glowed faint orange, and their cocks hung thick and heavy, with unreal lengths, bouncing as they walked in, and already leaking thick precum that smelled like smoke and sex. Lila dropped to her knees like a starving whore and began stroking them, one hand on each.

“Are you kidding me? What kind of crap did the two of you smoke? I mean, seriously, is this the kind of thing you just sit and talk about? Do you talk about me a lot? Because you have a lot of opinions from things coming from Rita. So what is it? Do you guys talk about me before you have sex? Does it turn you on to talk about me and what kind of bad person I am? What is it about me, really?” “Oh, please, Mina,” he sneered. “Do not worry about our sex life. Our sex life is perfect.” His smirk widened as he looked at me, his gaze cold and calculating. “Rita is now looking so beautiful and lovely. She’s softer, you know, that belly has started showing and those boobs…” He trailed off, his voice

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Could this man ever look any less gorgeous? He was dressed in a pair of grey boxers, his upper body was bare, and drool worthy. Even in this insignificant amount of light, I could make out his artfully curved abs, and the V of hairs that escaped beneath the strap of that boxers, the light from the tab didn't reach beyond this point, so I couldn't see, how hard he was right now down south, was he as aroused as I am? Probably not, I was a horny twenty year old virgin, while I am sure Darcel must have had his fair share of women. The idea somehow gutted my stomach and made it retch. Don't go there Eriantha unless you want to throw up and embarrass yourself in front of him.