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THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "Are you surprised?” I gulp, resting my gaze to land on her thick hard cock. It's so... big. "Lessy," She drawls, her voice pulling me from my open gawking to look up at her.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air. Then Sasha, still trembling, slid down beside Abegail. Her face was flushed, triumphant. She kissed Abegail’s sweaty forehead. “You see, bestie? This is what freedom feels like.” Kael collapsed back onto the booth, his chest heaving. Leo slowly withdrew from Abegail’s pussy, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

“I don’t need a visual of you shaking your dick in some poor girl’s face.” He laughs. “You should try it.” “No way would he do it,” Quinton says from the chair, his attention focused on the hockey game. “More like no way would you do it,” I shoot back, giving him a pointed look. “Hey, the ladies like their dark men thick,” he says, rubbing his hand over his not-that-thick belly. “Trust me, I don’t need to dance at bachelorette parties to get the goods.” “You’re both pathetic,” I say. “I would have thought that our days of university were behind"

I giggle as goosebumps cover my skin. “Well, I never thought so. I think we are just starting.” Grey watches me with that insane intensity in his eyes as he rolls his tongue inside his mouth. “Should I rip your dress off, then, or would you rather remove it demurely?” I huff. “Fuck the elegance, Grey. Rip it right off.” Grey chuckles lightly before lifting me easily, setting me gently on the desk. In seconds, he tears the dress off my body, and I roll with my newfound freedom as I lean back, rest my hand on the edge of the desk behind me, and spread my legs apart for him to see the dripping mess between my thighs.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

The smell and taste of myself made my hips roll without control. “You’re such a good whore,” he praised the woman. Maybe she was. But in that moment, so was I. A good girl gone soaking and sinful. It did not take long before I heard it—skin slapping against skin. Her cries. His grunts. His filthy words echoing through my ceiling like a siren’s song. I pushed two fingers in and curved them, finding that sweet, sensitive spot. “Mmm…” I bit my lip to hold in the sounds, not wanting him to hear how easily I surrendered.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the room: the squelch of her soaked pussy around Ethan’s cock, the slick glide of Richard’s cock in her ass, the slap of skin on skin, and Sophia’s constant, desperate moans. Richard reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles. “Come for us, princess. Come with both your holes stuffed full of family cock. Show us what a good little cumdump you are.” Sophia’s orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her back arched violently off the bed as she screamed, her pussy and ass clamping down hard around both cocks. Clear fluid squirted from her pussy around Ethan’s shaft, soaking his abs and the sheets beneath them. Her whole body shook uncontrollably.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

since God seemed to be on my side he answered right away "Where the fuck are you? i swear if i find you..." i cut him off in the middle saying "help Zayn. i am trapped by a vampire!" "what! how where are you?" Zayn asked his voice filled with concern. " i don't know!" " i think you will be an interesting item to be auctioned at black market!" Wu said scaring the shit out of me. Black market is the most vast market where all illegal things are bought and sold. there are no rules there and as for women. uhhhhh they are sold as sex slaves.

"You're going to come, aren't you? I can feel it in those big Black balls. Please don't come inside me. Please, I beg you. You Black hunks dream about coming in a soft, white cunt, I know you do, all of you. But please, no, I don't want a Black baby. My husband would divorce me. Let me suck you, I'll suck your chocolate prong as much as you want, I'll come to your house and suck you all night. Ohh, you're going to do it, aren't you? Please, I'll do anything, I'll suck you in front of your friends, I'll suck them too, I'll be your white cocksucking whore, only—" I rammed up her all the way and held my meat in her, on the verge. She squeezed her cunt on me and massaged my balls with her hands.