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The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.

She muttered, "Fuck it," and put one hand on the top button of her little shorts. When she popped it open, Greg's eyes widened. He said, "Holy sh*t," as she unbuttoned her shorts about halfway. This provided her with just enough space to insert a few of her thin fingers. She questioned whether her brother would be shocked if she revealed that her pussy was baby-bald smooth as she caressed her silky flesh.

All for him to see. Clara felt bad that her body was reacting. But she felt wet down there. A bad wetness she couldn't stop. Her pussy was right there for him, and his big cock stuck out. It made her feel hot and bad. A fire started inside her. Thick, sweet wetness dripped between her legs. Nick smiled. He watched it shine. He wanted to touch her soft pussy-lips.

"This might feel a bit uncomfortable at first." I didn't want to care, but I was sure normal sized cocks didn't look like his. Would it even fit? "Will it hurt?" I asked. "Ordinarily, it would," he said plainly. "But I can make it so it doesn't." "How?" He rubbed the smooth head of his cock over my sopping wetness, and my legs spread wider, silent begging him to make me feel good. "Sweetheart, I'm an Incubus." He grinned. "I can make you feel so good, you won't even feel the pain."

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

I bring my lips to her chest, growling like a dog as I kiss and suck each nipple as I reach down and free my cock from my jeans. Irina's eyes move down and widen. "That—that's enormous," she gasps. "I don't think that will fit in me." "You don't think that will fit in me...?" I eye her and wait. It takes her a second, but she gets the message. She smiles, tilts her chin down, and bites her lower lip. "I don't think that will fit in me, Daddy." ------------------------------ Irina Steveson didn't have much in life to look forward to.

Tears blurred my vision as she pulled me toward the edge, slow and relentless. Just when my body tensed, ready to shatter, she stopped. Her hand froze, and I teetered on the brink, aching and desperate and nothing but denied. I whimpered, a raw sound full of need. Her lips curled into a smirk. “Pathetic,” she said, voice sharp. “You want to come so bad you’re drooling on my floor like a whimpering little slut.” She jerked me again, harder this time, rougher, dragging me back from the edge and then smashing me closer, faster, crueler. My breath hitched, my cock throbbed like it would burst, and I could feel every pulse in my balls tightening, begging for release.

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

Anais reached down and frantically massaged her clit. She was right on the edge... The escort screamed in bliss when the first contraction rattled her body. White light exploded in her brain. The dazzled woman jolted so hard that the brute's cock was dislodged from her pussy. Her body was completely out of her control when she plunged forward to the dirty ground. Princess Maya had never witnessed such a lustful and violent orgasm. She was mesmerized watching her best friend shuddering in ecstasy and suddenly, her pussy tingled once more. She was getting excited too. Anais was now on her hand and knees with her body still shuddering from her fading orgasm and feeling ashamed from climaxing u

Liam murmured into Nina’s hair, voice already sleepy and satisfied, “you’re wearing the shortest fucking skirt you own. No panties. And when Rita naps, you’re coming to find me in the garage. I’m fucking these tits next.” Nina could only whimper, body trembling with aftershocks, pussy still fluttering around nothing.