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and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

It was so very nice to feel them all over your body! Your orgasm was long and hard and very good. But, now you need a fucking, a long hard fucking. Your pussy needs a dick. And there stands this sexy young man. The other men have moved out from between your open thighs and the handsome young man has moved in. Your arms and legs are still tied off and you are so open and so exposed to them all. They take photos of your open cunt wet and swollen red with your need.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

He seemed to get the idea and sank his fingers as deep as he could get… spreading her labia, stroking her clit with the other hand. “You nerdy slut,” he whispered, his voice low, intoxicating. “Ride my fingers,” he said. “I won’t,” she said, trembling. “I don’t want this.” But as he tried to pull his fingers away, she shamelessly moved her hips to match him, desperate for friction… craving every inch. His hands moved faster now, when he added a third finger she was so wet that it felt right, fingers perfectly angled, teasing her G-spot. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, breathless. “Like a fountain.”

“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

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“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

But inside my head something else was happening. I had been touching myself to that man for months. Not the soft kind of touching either. The kind where I would come home from whatever dead end shift I was working, lock the door, and imagine those cold eyes on me while I slid my hand between my legs. I pictured him telling me to spread wider. I pictured him watching without saying a word while I got myself off. Sometimes I imagined him walking in and taking over. Sometimes I imagined him on his knees. Either way I always came hard and then felt ridiculous about it the next morning.