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Images of Xander's body, voice, and tattoos played in my mind, and I shamefully imagined he was the one touching me. Leander's fingers moved even faster, their speed increasing. “Oh God, I'm so close!” I shouted, my chest heaving. I rocked my ass against him. “Make me cum.” He slowly curled his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot, and that was it. My body jerked harshly as cum ran down my thighs, getting washed away by the water. Leander kissed my cheek, fondling my breasts softly. “I love you,” he muttered, and I nodded, still too shaken to reply. He lathered soap on my body, helping me wash myself. Once we were done, we both stepped out.

“Fuck…” He was hard almost instantly. Nothing about the quiet girl at the counter had prepared him for the content on her page. He freed his cock and started stroking, eyes locked on the screen. “Hmmm… yeah.” A new ad appeared at the top of the feed: Request a private video call with me. You don’t have to show your face. I just need to see your cock. He hesitated. There was no chance she would accept right now. Not while she was working. Unless the money was high enough.

Two thick fingers pushed the lace aside and plunged into her tight heat. Arya cried out, back arching as he curled them expertly, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, thumb grinding against her swollen clit. “Please…” she whimpered, hips bucking against his hand. Ned smirked, the scar on his jaw tightening. “Begging already? I thought you were tougher than that, little stripper.” He withdrew his fingers, making her whine at the loss, only to replace them with his mouth.

He loved to see them moan and cry, tremble and pulse… And now, 3 cute sexy hotties, graced with perfect bodies, were at his service doing whatever he wanted to see, 3 of them: a sultry blonde, suntanned brunette and puffy ginger were having fun in front of him, a blonde was sitting in armchair with legs spread wide and fingers in her cunt to masturbate, while ginger one was lying on her back, and hot brunette settled on her, moving her hips like if she was gonna fuck this slut. Their clits touched one another what made them moan repeatedly, the brunette was kissing her partner’s neck, face and lips, then, very slowly, she moved down her stomach, after then when her tongue touched ginger’s pu

Feeling his d**k through his briefs, I swayed my hips on him while his hands located my br**st in a more comfortable position this time. After minutes of twirling my hips on him, I started moaning as I began to feel my p**sy become wet. Hector started playing with my n**ples even faster and I was swaying my hips faster too. My eyes were closed but when I eventually opened it I found a lot of eyes on Hector and me. Instantly, I felt shy but I was too horny to back out. I quickly removed Hector's hands from my n**ples, " come on, everyone is staring. I think we should go into the water." I whispered and started climbing down the pool stairs while he followed behind me.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

Each slap reverberates against the walls, mixing with the humid air until the atmosphere grows thick, suffocating, heavy with the raw scent of sex and sweat. Heat coils around me, too much, unbearable, yet irresistible. My eyelids blur with the sting of moisture and the haze of lust. They flutter uncontrollably as my body arches, bent back into that unnatural angle, my spine straining until it feels like it might snap in two at any second.

Hearing it undone him. His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, but still controlled, worship more than possession. Her moans turned to whimpers, soft cries breaking into the warm air. Stars wheeled above them, ancient and silent witnesses. Heat coiled low in her belly, building sharp and tight. Jasmine bit her lip to keep from screaming, body shaking against him as fluids poured out from her opening. “I’m close… fuck… Jasmine…” he choked out. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered, nails biting into his back.

A breathless, filthy 69. My tongue circled her clit while she sucked harder, faster, until she was shaking above me. Her body tensed. Her thighs clenched. She came with a gasp, wet and shuddering. I licked her through it, greedily. She sat up, her lips slick with spit and lust. I flipped her over. Took control. “Your turn,” I growled, spreading her thighs. “No—Stefan,” she whimpered. “Not here—he’s—”