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The thin fabric of his boxer briefs was the only barrier between her naked cheeks and his heavy cock. She pressed harder, grinding in tiny, teasing circles. His dick twitched. Thickened. She felt it swell against her soft flesh. Elena bit her lip to stifle a moan. She reached behind her, fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers. She freed his growing erection, hot and velvety, already leaking precum. With a shaky breath, she lifted the hem of her short nightie higher, bunching it around her waist, fully exposing her dripping pussy and ass.

Sleep shorts and panties were tugged down next—kicked into the shadows. Naked now, skin on skin, they pressed together—breasts flattening against each other, nipples brushing, sending sparks straight to their cores. Harper’s hand slid between Mia’s thighs—found her already soaked—two fingers gliding through slick folds, circling her clit in slow, teasing strokes. Mia bit her lip hard—trying not to moan. “Inside,” she whispered. “Please.” Harper pushed two fingers in—slow, deep—curling them upward to stroke that spongy spot. Mia’s hips bucked; her breath hitched. Harper added a third—stretching her—pumping steadily while her thumb rubbed tight circles on Mia’s clit.

I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

"You said you need more? Greedy fucking whore. We were going to let you sleep but you just had to open that slut mouth." Marcus grinned wide, his thick black cock twitching. "If she wants more, lets make it a real party. I am texting the group chat." Lena's eyes widened but her pussy clenched with fresh excitement. She knew she should feel overwhelmed but her addiction only grew stronger with every new cock. Within minutes, phones started buzzing. Ethan and Marcus sent messages promising free pussy. "Hot neighbor slut next door. Free use all night. Come through." The replies came fast. Four more guys from the same college building said they were on their way. Then two more. Then another thre

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

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She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, and her hips bucked even harder against his mouth, her cunt soaking, dripping onto Clara’s bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. “Oooh, S-sir!” she cried, her eyes rolling back, her body trembling, her screams echoing in the room. The thought of Clara’s husband making her cum, right here on their bed, made her scream louder, her revenge burning bright as her body shook with release. As the waves subsided, Ava lay trembling, and Rex pulled back, his lips wet, his eyes dark with satisfaction. Then he finally took off his clothes, freeing his cock from the confines of his trousers, and her eyes widened at the length of it.