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His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

He stands up and steps back, admiring the sight of me spread before him. Then, without warning, he presses a vibrator against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. He starts it on low, slowly building up the intensity, and I arch my back off the table, my fingers digging into the leather straps. “Please, Master,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of the vibrator. “Let me come.”

She was being used from both ends, her body shaking with the raw power of it. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud and messy in the quiet room. Her pussy gripped Jax tight, squeezing him with every deep thrust, while she sucked Marcus hard, her eyes rolling back in her head. Leo was right there too, his hands rubbing her clit and squeezing her bouncing breasts, making sure she was feeling everything. The heat was exploding inside her. Jax started to move even faster, his dick hitting the back of her pussy over and over until she couldn't take it. She felt her body snap, her pussy pulsing in hard waves as she had a massive climax. Jax roared and came deep inside her, his hot load filling h

ARC 15 : CROSSING THE LINE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit lesbian sex including tit sucking, fingering,, face-sitting, thigh grinding, mutual masturbation, squirting, cum tasting, slut-shaming, corruption kink, and intense best-friends-to-lovers angst with heavy emotional tension Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- Bella’s POV It was a beautiful Thursday in the dorm and finals week was right around the corner. The entire atmosphere was tens

She was a vision of pure beauty and even her large erection seemed somehow sexy and feminine, but don't ask me why. I cradled her balls with my left hand, earning me a deep throated moan of pleasure as I rolled her testes and gently tugged at her scrotum. The skin felt buttery soft and smelled of peaches. Shelly must have used some sort of body lotion, but I couldn't taste it on her cock. Spit and precum filled my mouth and I swallowed eagerly, hunching my hips to fuck the sofa with my own dripping penis. I ached with urgency and I wanted to cum. I needed to cum as a nearly painful lust for release pushed every other thought from my mind.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

“Right now, I want your cock in my mouth.” Eager to see what I’m working with, I make quick work of divesting him of the velvet shorts and he sighs in relief. “Those aren’t comfortable,” he says on a chuckle. “Not even remotely breathable.” I scrape my nails up his inner thighs as I turn my attention to the present between his legs. It’s thick and long, eagerly awaiting my lips. Without hesitation, I lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum already appearing.

It was such a shame that the hand existed only in his mind. Elliot had always had a vivid imagiation, but for the last four weeks, three days and two and a half hours it'd been going bananas. Four weeks, three days and two and a half hours was the exact amount of time since he’d walked into the La Terrazza bar and fallen deep into his very first full-blown erotic obsession.

Letitia’s hands flew to his hair, hips rocking against his mouth as pleasure cut through the cold still clinging to her skin. “I still hate you,” she gasped, even as her thighs trembled around his head. Connor looked up, lips shiny with her arousal. “Good. Hate me while you come on my tongue.” He slid two thick fingers inside her, curling them perfectly while his mouth sucked hard on her clit. Letitia came with a sharp cry, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Connor didn’t give her time to catch her breath.

He could see a wet spot already. Their eyes were locked together as he tore off the tee shirt and shorts, then his briefs. His cock was standing out, and as she glanced down at it, her smile got wider. She licked her lips. The tan lips of her cunt were parted, the pink, wrinkled insides showing, and the stiff little clit. It had a head on it, like some he'd seen. Even in repose, her fit, solid, curvaceous sexiness radiated to him.