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The buzz against my clit was light but constant, enough to make my thighs tremble but not enough to push me over. Tasha pulled her fingers free and replaced them with her tongue, kissing me again while Monica circled the vibrator slowly around my swollen clit. The plug in my ass kept me stretched and aware, every tiny movement sending sparks through me. Tasha broke the kiss and sat up, her pussy still pressed to my stomach. She reached behind her and found my clit with two fingers, rubbing in tight circles that matched the vibrator's pace.

The music soared higher, reaching a crescendo. Armina gently massaged Karen’s sex with soapy fingers, parting the fringed outer lips. Her finger was slickly wet over the furrow between, circling the vaginal opening, finding the mouth of her anus, dipping a finger in, then concentrating on the seat of power. The miniature foreskin was gently drawn back, the naked head of the clitoris bared in order to be thoroughly stimulated.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, captivated by his allure and magnetism. He stepped closer, his gaze intense and unwavering, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a primal urge stirring deep within me, an undeniable craving for his touch. And as he reached out to me, closing the distance between us, I knew that I was about to embark on an unforgettable journey of passion and ecstasy with the man I loved more than anything in this world. "Ohhh f*ck, Lara, your hands feel so good on my crotch!" His moans filled the room as I slowly caressed his groin, eliciting a response of increasing urgency from him with each stroke.

The dam of passion burst open as we wildly groped each other like a couple of teenagers who had been grounded for a year! After we petted for a few minutes, Eva grabbed my bulging crotch and growled, “I fucking want you.” I croaked weakly, “Yes” as she led me by the hand into the next room, pulling off her tank top and skirt as we walked between the rooms. Obviously, she did a bit of wardrobe planning for tonight!

He knelt slightly, his hand steady as he pressed the toy against her, coating it in her wetness. His touch was deliberate, the toy sliding along her folds, and her body shuddered, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her hips twitched, chasing the pressure, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound raw and primal. “So wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with need. “You’re dripping, Eva. My filthy little student, so desperate for this.” He pushed the toy inside her, slow and deep, and her knees buckled, a moan catching in her throat. His hand guided it, steady and firm, her body clenching around it as she trembled from his touch.

The feeling was too much, each thrust drove her closer to the edge. “You’re so wet down there, my darling” Eros growled, and added a second finger. He curled them inside her, finding that spot that made her lose her mind. “Ahmmm, ahmmmm, Eros” Her moans filled the wine cellar, echoing off the stone walls as he worked her with relentless passion. “Eros--!” she cried, her legs shook uncontrollably. “Please, I need—“ Before she could finish, he withdrew his fingers, leaving her aching and desperate. His hands gripped her hips, turning her around to face the wine racks.

With each stroke of Adam's fingers, she felt herself surrendering to the ecstasy coursing through her veins, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she arched her back to meet his touch. Adam's movements were a symphony of passion and precision, his fingers expertly exploring every curve and contour of Ayana's body as he guided her toward the brink of ecstasy. With each flick of his wrist, she felt herself spiraling closer to the edge, her moans mingling with the sound of their heated breaths filling the room.

She made him recite passages from The Art of Love while she knelt before him, taking him deep into her throat until his Latin devolved into incoherent groans. Another time, she bent him over her desk, his cheek pressed against a cold, open copy of The Satyricon. She took him from behind, her fingers digging into his hips, her pace punishing as she whispered filthy, scholarly-approved encouragements in his ear. “Amplius… deeper. Velocius… faster.”

Then rubbed it like never before in fast, merciless circles. I came hard… shaking, screaming muffledly into his hand. My pussy clamped down on him, pulsing and milking him. He fucked me through it, chasing his own release. My eyes rolled back. God, is there another heaven other than this? Because I do not want to go there. This one's just perfect for me. “Gonna fill you,” He rasped. “Gonna come so deep… fuck… I'm coming… I'm com..”