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Ariel I’ve always had a slut kink. I wanted to be manhandled, pulled, slapped, and fucked in every hole. But by who? That was the problem. I wanted someone strong enough to handle me and someone I was attracted to at the same time. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it felt like it was mocking me. It had been exactly ten minutes since I’d swallowed the "special" tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

The wet sound of it was obscene in the quiet room. Clara moaned low in her throat, rocking her hips against Daniel’s mouth. “He’s good, isn’t he?” she said, her voice thick. Michael didn’t answer, but his knuckles were white where he gripped the stool. Daniel’s mouth worked over her with slow, deliberate strokes, his tongue circling her clit before diving lower again. Clara’s breaths came sharper, her other hand gripping the edge of the bar for balance. “Open your mouth wider,” she murmured to Daniel, and he did, sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it until she gasped.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

He stop her with his hand and she stood up immediately. “I need you to play with yourself” Derrick said in a command tune and the lady put off her pant and bra immediately. The other lady is sucking him so great that he felt like he was untop of the world. The lady is determined to make him cûm because she still value her life. But Derrick also know what he is doing, he can’t cûm now, how will he cûm after fifteen minutes pleasure, it’s not possible, he doesn’t cûm easily he has control of his joystick.

My cock hardened fully under their combined attention, standing thick and heavy against my stomach as they deliberately avoided touching it directly. For what felt like hours, they took turns using their mouths, fingers, and a selection of smooth, vibrating toys they had brought aboard. Victoria’s tongue traced slow circles around the head of my cock, never quite taking me in fully, while Elena’s fingers massaged my balls and pressed gently against the sensitive spot behind them. Lila used a small vibrating wand on my nipples and along the underside of my shaft, the low buzz sending sparks of pleasure through me that built gradually but never quite tipped me over the edge.

“This is wrong. Our wives…” Derek’s own cock was pressed hard against Mike’s thigh now, grinding slowly. “I know it’s wrong. I’m not gay. You’re not gay. But goddamn your ass feels good in my hand.” The denial fueled the heat. Both men breathing heavy, fighting it even as their bodies gave in. Derek poured more baby oil, letting it drip down Mike’s crack, making everything wet and glistening. His finger pushed inside slowly, just the tip, stretching that virgin-tight hole.

I pushed back against his hand, whimpering softly as he added a third finger, stretching me open with gentle insistence that made my toes curl. Daniel’s free hand roamed my body, palming my breasts, rolling the stiff nipples between his fingers until they ached deliciously, then sliding down to grip my hip. He leaned in closer, his hard bulge pressing against my ass through his pants, grinding slowly so I could feel exactly how much he wanted me. “Imagine if Elena walked in right now,” he said, his voice dark and teasing as his fingers pumped deeper. “Seeing her father knuckle-deep in her best friend’s dripping core. Would that make you cum harder, sweetheart? Knowing how forbidden this is?”

Rita couldn't go on, and Sabina didn't continue the conversation, throwing the used makeup remover into the trash and leaving. "Impotent customer, what's wrong?" Hermosa, who had just been absently wiping the gold dust from her eyes with the make-up remover, suddenly asked. "How could you not even know that?" Rita was surprised, then added, "No, of course you don't. Impotent men are more or less psychopaths, they can't fxck women like normal men, so they try to torture us by any means possible." She lit a cigarette, took two puffs and said, "I met one when I was young. If I wasn't afraid of going to jail I would have cut his cock off while he was asleep, He wouldn't have needed it anyway, he