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he roared, his palm rubbing quickly on my tip making me over sensitive, my thighs frailed. “Fucking horny bastard! You like the humiliation?” I whimpered, fucking his wet palm. “Yesssss” I hissed. “You're a needy pig who loves being fucked mercilessly by strangers, huh?” My eyes rolled but no words came out. “Fucking answer me, you cum pig” he barked. “Yes” I shouted, high on pleasure, my cock twitching at his dirty words. “Clear off the road, Martins” “Yes, Sir”

The raw dirty words spilled out natural because they felt completely true in the heat of the moment. His cock felt perfect stretching me owning me completely and making me forget everything else. I reached back grabbing his thigh pulling him even deeper loving how full and used I felt with him buried to the hilt. “God you’re perfect for this kind of fucking Ava,” he groaned his thrusts turning erratic and desperate his balls drawing up tight. “Gonna fill you one more time before we even think about cleaning up this mess. Take every hot drop like the good daughter in law you are and milk me dry.”

It was as if he was deliberately testing my name out by rolling it on the tip of his tongue. But no, don't feel it, they hate you and the feelings are mutual. "You all are fucking p-psychopaths." He jerked me forward, his hot breath fanning my face. Cocking an eyebrow, he let out a throaty chuckle. "If I was your mate, I would have made sure to seal that filthy mouth of yours cause it loves to babble alot." I dug my nails in his skin. I don't know why, but his words were enough to make me feel the very same electric emotion when I saw him and the other three and specially when my eyes met his--my mate.

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Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

He begged, his voice cracked slightly. She smiled down at him, dark and satisfied. She leaned forward, her tits pressing against his chest, and whispered against his mouth, “Come for me. Fill my pussy right now.” Mateo groaned loud and thrust up hard. His cock pulsed deep inside her as he finally came. Thick, hot spurts of cum shot into her, filling her up. He kept coming, long powerful jets that overflowed around his cock and ran down his balls. Nadia kept riding him slowly, milking every last drop while he shook underneath her.

Not the filthy, twisted, no-limits way that made my pussy throb just thinking about it. I stripped down to nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of thin panties after my shower, my nipples already tight and sensitive against the soft fabric. I climbed onto my bed, the sheets cool against my bare skin, and opened my favorite p**n site. The glow from the screen lit up my dim room like a dirty secret. I didn’t waste time on vanilla crap tonight. My fingers flew across the keyboard: *step daddy fucks step son rough*. Thumbnails loaded, full of exactly what I needed—muscular older men with commanding bodies dominating eager younger guys, cocks buried deep, faces twisted in raw pleasure.

“Cum for me, slut. Squeeze that ass around my dick while I fuck you like an alley whore.” Carla moaned loudly, the slap sending electric shocks of pleasure up her spine straight to her swollen clit. She shoved her fingers into her dripping cunt, masturbating furiously—three fingers pumping rhythmically into the soaked slit, feeling his cock through the thin wall separating her holes, like an improvised double penetration. Juices ran down her legs, pooling on the ground and mixing with the filth—pebbles, trash, and old piss now contaminated with their hot bodily fluids. “Fuck, I’m getting ass-fucked while I finger myself—this is dirty paradise,” she thought, circling her clit with her thumb,

I typed in words that matched the kind of things me and daddy did. The first video that came up was filthy. A man with a thick cock fucking a younger woman hard while she kept calling him daddy. She was on her back with her legs open and he was driving into her without stopping. I watched with the volume turned very low and my hand moved down between my legs before I even realized what I was doing. I forgot about Mr Carter’s words completely. I pulled off my panties and started fingering myself using two fingers at first, then three. I tried to copy the way he used to move his fingers inside me, curling them and pressing against that spot that always made me shake.

The filthy reality of the situation made everything hotter. “That is exactly what you are, baby—a dirty cheating Hollywood slut who sneaked out on her perfect fiancé just to get her brains fucked out by a regular guy. I love how your married pussy is creaming all over me again. Tell me you want me to fill you up one more time before you go back to him and pretend nothing happened.” She leaned down and kissed me messily while riding me faster, her voice breaking into desperate moans.