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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.

Turns out it was a total waste of time and money. Fred wasn't cheating at all, which somehow makes it even worse. Straight to work from home, and back home after work. Your typical, hardworking, loyal husband. We only have sex about three times a whole month, sometimes even twice, depending on how tired he is during that month. And God, mere words can't even begin to describe how sexually frustrated and starved I am. Dildos and vibrators don't satisfy me anymore. I don't know what else I'm supposed to do.

She was flinching and trembling as I forced my way in, stretching her open wider and wider with every inch. "There. That's it," Jordyn said, coaxing us in our love play. "Very gently. Nice and easy. Slowly. Deeper and deeper. There you go. God, this is so fucking hot!" Her hand continued on Casey's clit, making the girl shiver and spasm, and increasing her moans to an almost screaming pitch. She didn't scream, of course. That would have been crazy, but she did clap a hand over her mouth and squeal really loud a few times. And then Jordyn bowed her face down and began suckling Casey's nipple as well, and the poor girl almost lost her freakin' mind!

She fingered me roughly, curling her fingers, while her thumb rubbed my clit. “You’re just like me now,” she whispered sadistically, pumping her fingers faster. “A broken whore for the Lane men.” I moaned helplessly as she fingered me. Elias watched with dark amusement, slowly stroking his cock. “69. Now,” he commanded. Mia spun around and lowered her pussy onto my face. I had no choice but to lick her… tasting her wetness, sucking on her clit while she buried her face between my legs and devoured my pussy. We ate each other desperately, moaning into each other’s cunts while Elias watched and gave instructions.

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

“I’ll give you another chance.” He swallowed hard as my hands traced my center again. “Fuckable,” he said, his eyes never leaving my lower body. “Better,” I purred, arching my back as my opening got slicker. The tent on his crotch was now more prominent. The little man was begging to be released. I turned my legs to the side, positioning my cunt where he could see, popped in two fingers, and made a circular motion before pulling them out. Then I put my fingers into my mouth, sucking off my arousal from them. “It is all yours if you want to fuck.

It was pure pleasure. I pushed the door open a crack and froze. There she was, naked on our bed, legs spread wide, while her best friend Lisa was on top of her. Lisa had this thick purple dildo strapped around her hips, and she was driving it deep into Sarah's pussy with steady, hard thrusts. Sarah's hands were gripping the sheets, her back arching up every time Lisa pushed in. "Fuck, Lisa, right there," Sarah moaned, her voice all breathy and desperate. "Don't stop, please, it feels so fucking good."

The man was rarely home, leaving his gorgeous wife alone in this big house. The diagnostic finished. Elias clicked through the folders to clear some junk files and free up space. That’s when he saw the folder named “Private – Do Not Open.” His cursor hovered. He knew he shouldn’t. But curiosity won. He double-clicked. Dozens of video files and image folders spilled across the screen. Hentai thumbnails loaded instantly. Busty older women getting absolutely destroyed by younger hotter guys with massive cocks. Breeding captions. “Step-Mom Gets Knocked Up.” Rough throat-fucking. Anal creampies. One paused video showed a woman who looked eerily similar to Rebecca on her knees, face covered in cum

I needed to know if I could feel that same powerful orgasm again on my own. I opened my laptop and searched for a video similar to the one Liam had caught me watching. This time I chose something slower and more sensual. As the couple on screen began touching each other gently, I slipped my hand into my panties. I was already wet. My fingers found my clit and started circling it slowly, just like Liam had done.

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid