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Well, I would just tell him everything and have him leave me alone. “I'm addicted to s*x Ryan…” I said, my tone flat. “I know that.” he wouldn't let me finish and interrupted. Gosh. How do I add the fact that I loved different d!ck too? “And I like doing it with different men. I wouldn't stay faithful to you.” I finally added. He was quiet for some moments. Then sighed. “We can fix that too,” he said and my eyes fluttered at him. “I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.”

she demanded, her hands grabbing Jax’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Jax’s thrusts intensified. He drove into her pussy with a pounding force, his hips slamming forward, his balls swinging. Each impact made Sloane’s body jolt on the rock. Kade’s pace increased too, his cock pistoning into her ass with a slick, rhythmic motion. The two men’s rhythms weren’t perfectly synced, which created a chaotic, unpredictable internal stimulation that made Sloane’s mind blank with pleasure.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

The orgasm left me gasping, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes. Sameal finally pulled the dildo out with a wet sound, leaving my pussy gaping and twitching. His hands trailed my breasts, tugging hard on my nipples and I bit into the gag, the pleasure and pain too much for me to bear. Sameal moved away and the first strike landed across my ass. I screamed into the gag. He whipped me again and again, the leather cracking against my skin, turning my already sore ass even redder. The pain was sharp, but it mixed with the throbbing in my clit, making me even wetter.

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She was out of a village around three miles off and was the polar opposite of me. Gemma was quite self explanatory, she drank, smoked and swore like a trooper and she liked cock. She enjoyed penis in any shape and size (and sometimes other colors!). She simply loved penis. In the tales she regaled us on a Monday morning, I was amazed how she could walk straight!

I loved licking a girl's pûssy until she was squirming and begging for more, desperate for cóck. I was horny all the time and jerked off multiple times a day, usually watching hetero pôrn. Slowly, I realized I was also turned on by the big cocks in those videos. This frightened me, making me wonder if I might be gáy. To avoid confronting that fear, I rarely watched man-woman pôrn and instead became an avid viewer of lesbian pôrn. I was still interested in and satisfied by women, so I convinced myself my attraction to men was just a fluke.

Elise said. "No one asked for your opinion." Then Karmen turned to me again. "What's the key to hooking up with a chick, Azra?" "Er..." I wasn't prepared for the quiz. "I guess if she thinks you're nice..." "Wrong, wrong, wrong," interrupted Karmen with a disappointed look. "Gay girls, straight girls, they all want bad girls." Elise and I looked at each other in confusion. The car stopped in front of the giant neon sign that blazed: Bunny Moon Club.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

The wet sounds of his mouth on her cunt filled the quiet house. She came fast—sharp and sudden, thighs trembling, a broken moan she didn’t bother to muffle. Grant stood, eyes almost black, and freed his cock. Thick. Heavy. Already leaking. He lifted her onto the edge of the counter, rubbed the head through her wetness once, twice, then pushed in with one long, relentless thrust. Elena cried out.