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Each denial left her sobbing, her cunt fluttering desperately, thick creamy arousal pouring from her stretched entrance in long, sticky strands. By the tenth edge, Freya was a shaking, tear-streaked, broken mess, her pussy bright red, swollen, and gushing. “Please, Elias… I can’t take it anymore,” she sobbed hoarsely. “Fuck me… please destroy this dripping cunt. Stretch my tight walls with your thick cock. Pound my cervix. Fill me until I overflow with your cum.” Elias rose and rubbed the fat, scorching head of his massive cock up and down her soaked slit, coating the swollen head in her creamy juices, nudging her engorged clit with every pass.

She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.

Cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples, sliding down my sides. I arch into him, gasping. “Damon. Please.” “Please what?” “Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care. Just…” His hand slides between my legs and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my throat. “For you. Only for you.” His fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit. Pleasure shoots through me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me make you feel good, little wolf.”

I had maybe three minutes before the next chart—Sarah Reed—was brought in, and I still hadn’t calmed down. I flipped open her file anyway. She was thirty-two, had been married for two years and the chief complaint written in shaky nurse handwriting: decreased libido, anorgasmia with partner, gets physically wet but “feels nothing.” Jesus Christ. I read it twice. My mouth went dry. A woman who's pussy gets wet just fine but can’t feel it? That was definitely not a hormone problem. That was a woman who’s never been touched right in her entire fucking life. The knock came soft.

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

Arya I don’t know what the female version of freeballing is, but I’m doing that right now on this motorcycle since Dimitri ripped off my thong. It feels like a literal vibrator against my already throbbing clit, and I’m scared that I might just fall into another wave of ecstasy.

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I answered, my voice frail, my body desperate. "Fucking you is all I think about." My breath clenched, my clit twitched painfully. I saw his face contort into something darker, he wanted me badly, just as much as I wanted him. I can't be a good girl anymore, not when these devilish eyes are staring back at me. "Then do it, claim me Frederico, fuck me, make me yours."

Maya’s fingers clutched the sheets, her body arching toward the sensation despite her mind screaming at her to stop. When Zoe pulled back, her voice was soft but firm. “See? Not so scary.” She glanced at the screen. “They love you.” Maya dared a peek at the comments. “She’s gorgeous.” “Moan louder, baby.” “Use the toy properly!!” Her face burned. “They’re insane.” “They’re obsessed,” Zoe corrected. She handed Maya the vibrator again, curling her fingers around it. “And you’re going to give them exactly what they want.”

After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Elias saw that Selena had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once. Elias was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Elias grabbed the phone and dialed Selena's number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment. "Hello."