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Nathan said pulling his joggers down and taking his shirt off standing in his tight boxers that showed his print and I moaned at the sight. After both Malcolm and I laid naked, Nathan tossed me a condom then he started making out Malcolm. I looked down at my already hard shaft licking my lips then made my way towards them. I grabbed the lube squeezing some on my fingers then pulled Malcolm's ass apart slipping my finger into him. He moaned as his tight warm heat wrapped around my finger. I added another then thrust my fingers into him while kissing his neck and he moaned. Nathan grabbed the back of my head kissing my lips while my fingers penetrated Malcolm's hole. He clenched as I thruster

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After speaking, Lily began unbuttoning his shirt. Suddenly, Lucian gripped her wrist tightly. Lucian's brow furrowed, and his hoarse voice carried a stern warning, "Leave. Don't touch me." "Lucian," Lily whispered, "It's me, Lily." Despite being intoxicated, Lucian's grip didn't loosen, as if he had no intention of letting her go. "Lucian ..." Lily's voice grew louder, and the intense pain at her wrist made her forcefully withdraw her hand, attempting to break free from his restraint.

I pushed myself in between some students who have now crowded them and walked up to Lita. Rylan darted his eyes to me and I glanced aside at a random student. "Speak up, Rylan, you son of a bitch!" Lita commanded. I stared at Rylan who said nothing and held Lita's hand. "Let's go Lita. Don't create a scene," I whispered into her ears. She punched Rylan in the chest and I gasped. " Rotten Asshole," she scoffed and pushed him back. "Lita," I muttered and flicked a stare at Rylan who glanced down at the plastic bag.

“You’ve been thinking about this since you sat down, haven’t you? A dirty little mile-high slut hoping a stranger would touch her.” Riley bit her lip, hips twitching as his fingers circled her clit. “Maybe,” she breathed. He pushed two fingers inside her slowly, curling them perfectly. “So tight and wet,” he growled softly. “Your cunt is dripping down my fingers already. You want me to finger you right here while the whole plane sleeps, don’t you?” Riley nodded, spreading her legs a little wider under the blanket. “Yes… please…” Lucas pumped his fingers slowly at first, then faster, his thumb rubbing her clit in firm circles. The wet sounds were soft but obscene under the blanket.

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

My ass burned, tears gathered in my eyes beneath the blindfold, and my pussy dripped down my thighs from the pain and humiliation. “You poor thing,” he cooed mockingly, rubbing the stinging flesh. “Look at how wet you are from being spanked like a naughty little maid.” His fingers slid down, gathering my slickness before pushing two thick digits inside me without warning. I moaned loudly at the sudden stretch. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, curling them against that sensitive spot inside me. “You’re clenching so desperately around my fingers,” he growled. “All that time listening to me fuck other women… and this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

Lucas stood there in a plain black t-shirt that hugged his broad chest, holding a small black gift bag. “Hi,” I squeaked. He stepped inside and closed the door. “You wrote forty-seven pages of very creative sexual fantasies,” he said in that deep, dry voice of his. “About wanting an older man to take control. You even made a spreadsheet, Mia.” I covered my burning face with both hands. “I have a problem. I overshare when I’m horny. I’m a disaster. You’re allowed to laugh at me and then move to another country.” Instead, Lucas sat on my couch like he owned the place and patted the spot beside him.

“Aaaahhh! Sir… I’m cumming… don’t stop… wreck me more!” “You’re my fisting little slut now,” Jodan growled, continuing to pound her with his fist mercilessly. “This asshole will never be the same. Every time you sit down, you’ll remember my fist opening you up.” He twisted his fist in circular motions inside her, massaging the inner walls, then pulled back almost to the exit — leaving her asshole stretched obscenely around his thick wrist — and slammed it back in up to his forearm. Her hole made filthy sounds, lubricant and fluids running down her purple ass and onto the pillows.