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The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

Gillian Cook, my roommate, asked me to join her group order for a Black Friday online sale. It was a small request, but I turned it down immediately. I knew that if I joined the order, I would end up receiving a pile of unsealed adult toys. In my past life, Gillian tricked me into joining the group order to destroy my mental state and steal my early admission offer slot for grad school. When I went to the campus mailroom to pick up my package, the tissues I'd ordered had somehow been replaced with a pile of unsealed adult toys. Quite a few people got my phone number off the delivery label and messaged me with malicious intentions. I tried to explain that the items weren't mine, but Gill

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

Tyler quickly led her to the bed and told her to get into doggy position. Destiny did as she was told, hoping he didn't notice her slight hesitation. She had never had sex in this position and wasn't sure what to expect. Still, she kicked off her shoes and climbed on the bed lying her head on a pillow and sticking her ass high in the air. She thought Tyler would take her immediately, but he surprised her by gently licking her pussy. Destiny gasped and closed her eyes in pleasure. Neither her mystery man nor Leo had orally pleasured her in this position, and it was a slightly different sensation. The air could touch her vagina, so she had the feeling of both heat and cool at the same time. "O

“You’ll be quiet like a good little stepdaughter, or I’ll gag that pretty mouth.” I whimpered softly as he led me up the creaky wooden stairs. Every step made my thighs slide together, slick with fresh arousal. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us. The massive four-poster bed dominated the room, and on it lay an array of new toys he must have unpacked earlier: thick leather cuffs, a black silk blindfold, a larger vibrating wand, a slim anal plug with a jeweled base, and a powerful bullet vibrator. “Strip,” he ordered.

Then she lowered her head and licked a slow stripe through my folds. I gasped. Her tongue was warm, deliberate, tracing every sensitive place with unhurried precision. She circled my clit, then flicked over it lightly, then sucked it between her lips. My hips lifted off the bed. One of her hands pressed my thigh open wider while the other slid two fingers inside me, curling upward until she found the spot that made my vision blur. She worked me with steady rhythm, tongue and fingers moving together, building pressure that coiled tight in my belly. I reached down and threaded my fingers through her hair. "Priya—"

“Sure. Honestly, I’ve never been much of a planner of dates. All I want is just some time alone to get to know you all as individuals, apart from what I knew of you via Nathan.” “And if it gets...physical?” Remy asked with some hesitation. I swallowed, thinking about my phone session with Remy . “When I am ready, we need STI tests. Clean bills of health. Medications you are on. No illicit drugs. If you’re sleeping with other people, strap up. Hell, do that anyway.” All of their eyes landed on Remy. He looked up from his phone. “What? Oh, was that for me? That’s not cool. I use protection faithfully. Well, almost faithfully. But I am good. I’m also on PreP. People know the deal.”

"I think that's the most you've ever cum." "What did you expect when you've been playing with it for hours?" I say, still panting. "Not to mention the extra stimulation of an interracial foursome," she teases. "That was incredible!" I tell her, still catching my breath. On the laptop screen the foursome are still going at it but all we can see are the muscles on Rod/Ron's ass clenching as he thrusts into Stephanie's asshole. Trust me, it's not a very erotic sight. "What happens next?" Jasmine asks as I pull my jeans back up.

Want this so badly. “Next time, we’ll do this in a bed.” A strong hand smooths down my spine, making my tense muscles go all melty. Arching my back, I smile like a goofball at the silent, sparkling pool. He said ‘next time’, right? “It’ll be romantic. I’ll do this properly, Sadie, I swear, but right now…” Stefan’s other hand twists my ponytail, wrapping it around his hand once, twice, three times. The sharp tug tilts my head back, scalp prickling, and molten heat swirls between my legs. I gasp up at the stars, so ready, so thrilled.

I moaned, biting down on my lip when his fingers slid over my folds—slow, taunting, sinful. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," I whispered, pressing my hips into his touch. "I needed..." "You needed me to make you come," he finished for me, his voice dark and breathless. "You needed to sin again." And I did. God help me—I did. "Be a good girl," he murmured. "And on your knees." My hands trembled slightly as I steadied myself, head bowed, breath uneven. I could hear the faint hum of prayer from the main hall, voices rising in unity, unaware of the blasphemy happening behind the booth.