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"No strings attached, handsome. Don't worry, we're clean, we're just healthy, horny girls looking to have some fun." "Come on, join us in our place. You will like it there, we have pools, saunas, cages, tools, coke, and everything that you need for an unforgettable lust-filled night." "We will have an orgy there, and our body is yours to use all night long. We will make all your sex fantasies come true." "Ah, I'm so wet down there." The blonde woman moaned as she rubbed her ample breasts, which were protruding from her revealing top, into Scott's arms.

Luna lost count of how many hands touched her, how many fingers pushed inside her pussy to test her wetness, how many mouths latched onto her nipples. Then a woman approached...forties, beautiful, obviously wealthy. She paid five thousand dollars. "I want to participate," she announced. Adrian nodded. "Then join us. Luna, on your back." Luna repositioned, and the woman climbed onto the platform with her. She was still fully clothed in an expensive dress, but she knelt between Luna's legs and lowered her mouth to Luna's pussy. The woman ate her skillfully while the crowd watched and the artists documented. Luna came on the stranger's tongue, screaming, her back arching.

One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement. Elena’s eyes darkened with lust as she watched them. “Look how beautiful they look, baby. Their clits rubbing together like that… I want to feel you like this. Come here.” She pulled me on top of her, spreading her long legs wide. She guided one of my legs between hers until our soaked pussies met. The moment our slippery folds touched, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through me. Elena moaned softly and started rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, exactly like the women on the screen.

The woman on the stage moved with effortless grace, every swing of her hip and every movement of her waist causing a stir. She grabbed the pole with her eyes latched onto the crowd of lustful men, her tongue gliding across her cherry red lips on purpose. When she leaped onto the pole, curling her legs around it, with her bare breasts exposed and nipples erect, the crowd cheered, most of them shifting their hands to the growth in their pants. Her breasts were huge, so big that dragging them around had become a problem. A man needed his two hands to cup them, they were her money makers, them and her pretty, pink pussy that she only allowed special guests to see.

Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning

“On your knees, Mom. It’s time to pay the price for being such a filthy online whore.” The kitchen felt ten degrees hotter. Her body trembled with conflict and need. I could smell her arousal mixing with the scent of her shampoo.

Her voice is delicious, and the sound of it slides straight between my legs and it makes my clit throb with need. My body has never reacted to anyone like this before…. Well, except the cute barista. But my pussy…. That has never throbbed before even when I see the barista. But right now? It’s uncontrollable. “I’m Lira, a succubus, as you can see.” She laughs, the sound sultry and seductive. “And I can smell your need from here. That shy little pussy’s been aching for years, hasn’t it?” I try to speak, try to tell her that this is just a mistake, but the words die in my throat like always. My cheeks burn. My soaked panties cling to me.

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.

"So, did you ever think you'd be offered a job because your dick is bigger than the last guy?" Russ chuckled. "I never thought about it." "That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?"