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The hard length of him pressed against my thigh through his jeans, a silent reminder of his earlier confession, of what he claimed I’d awakened in him after years of nothing. My voice cracked before I could stop it. The word hovered on the tip of my tongue, sharp, dirty, forbidden. I hadn’t said it out loud in years. My parents had drilled it into me early. Nice girls don’t talk like that, Lila. It’s vulgar. It’s beneath you. Even now, miles away from their house, the rule clung to me like damp clothes. I bit my bottom lip so hard I tasted copper, trying to trap the word before it escaped.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

“Yes, i have heard that line about a million times and honestly, i cannot wait to get a feel of it myself.” “It is tonight she is coming over, chill.” “I wish i can move the hands of time faster.” I laughed out loud, dumping a huge chunk of scottish bread into my mouth. “You know, i was thinking we do a bit of role play to add some spice into this forbidden sex.” “Hmm, now you are talking something i love to hear. What do you have in mind.” “You know the first time we had a trio sex, we had the girl act like a dog and we told her exactly what we wanted from her and had her do it right?”

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

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The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end. "Hot, right?" Jennifer said when I finally looked up from my phone. "Yes, um, not bad," I said. My sister gave me a knowing look. "OK, fine, it was amazing." "I know! Oh my God, the sex scenes were so hot. It's like, what they're doing is so wrong. I mean, so so wrong and yet..." "I get it," I said, "Like we've said. When what they're doing is forbidden, it makes the story even better."

~Nathan~ I accepted chaperoning this party with only one thing in mind— or rather, one person in my mind. Nora. From the moment I walked into the journalism lecture hall and my eyes landed on her ass. It was all I could think about. Paired with those hella thick tits of hers that bounced whenever she walked. I could no longer count how many nights I have ejaculated hard under the shower spray with her image in my head, and her name on my lips.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.