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Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

“Let me show you how two women really fuck.” She began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles. Their slick folds slid together perfectly...wet, hot, and slippery...with their swollen clits rubbing directly against each other in rhythmic friction. The new position allowed them to grind deeply, scissoring their legs together so every movement sent sparks of pleasure through both women. Jessica gasped sharply, her hands flying to Claire’s hips as she tried to match the motion. “Oh… fuck…” she moaned, her voice trembling.

“You’re so sweet, keep touching yourself just like that.” I let out a gasp, arching into her mouth, enjoying the sensation as my fingers went back between my legs, rubbing my clit in frantic circles. “Thea… that feels amazing. Bite it a little.” She obliged happily, her teeth grazing my nipples gently and sending sparks through me. “Like that? You’re getting so wet, I can hear it.” Adam watched us, increasing the speed of his thrusts as his eyes darkened. “Fuck, you two are my fantasy. Kara, play with her tits too. Make her moan for me.”

She slammed into me harder, the thick cock pounding my G-spot with every thrust. “Then fucking cum,” she snarled. “Cum all over this cock like the dirty little girl you are.” My orgasm exploded through me so violently I screamed, my entire body shaking as I squirted all over her stomach and the strap-on. Vesper groaned in satisfaction, still fucking me through my orgasm, chasing her own pleasure by grinding the base of the dildo against her clit. She buried her face in my neck as she came, moaning my name like a prayer. We stayed locked together, both of us panting and trembling. This was basically the craziest sex I’d ever had and it wasn’t even with a real dick???

She lets out a cry when her pussy clamps down, and she comes all over my fingers. Something about having her like this—having total control over her body—is very powerful. When we had talked about our different kinks, and fetishes, both of us had agreed that we would try them all. If they needed the inclusion of a third party, we would source for one and have it done. Knowing she willingly took something I gave her without any knowledge of what it was. It empowered me. I would do anything for this woman. But first... Her punishment. I stop, and her eyes remain closed. Bringing my fingers to her mouth, I rub them over her parted lips, smearing her cum across them like icing.

The contrast of their skin colours made it even more exciting. “Amela, get on your knees and eat her wet pussy” I commanded and she wasted no time. Valerie quickly rolled up her short skirt, revealing a lacy red panties which Amela quickly pulled down, her clean-shaven shaved chocolate pussy came into view. “Ohh.. Fuck” Valerie moaned as Amela’s warm mouth made contact with her clit. She grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and placed a leg on the office sofa to give her a better view of her wet pussy.

Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man. “Look at my pussy,” she whispered, pulling her delicate pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. “Isn’t that so much better than that cold impersonal piece of paper?” She stepped closer. “Here, smell…” He bent forward quickly, his tongue lapping at her wet slit and she threw her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick tongue against her clit and her lascivious behavior. Her knees quivered and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her over his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her. Lacy’s moans became louder and her hands went to his ears, pulling him into her heat.

She’s magnificent. “Is her pussy still wet?” I lay down on my back in front of her, rip open one of the condom packets and apply the latex while she watches, her pupils expanding, those nipples so tight I know she needs another climax. One isn’t enough for this woman. I’d say she’s a three-man job, but she’s not a job at all. She’s a privilege. “Or does she need to wiggle around on my face for a while?” Elise squeezes her spasming thighs together and moans.

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