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I moaned immediately, my eyes opened and closed in years of desperation and piled need. “You are a whole damn puddle down here,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. Then, he slipped one finger in, still holding eye contact with me. “Fuuuk Rafe!” I gasped. “I knew you'd be good with your hands.” He didn't smile or reply; instead, his thumb rubbed my clit with intense precision. Then, he slipped in another finger, stretching me further.

My nipples were hard already, waiting for me to touch them. Fuck, why was this so hot? J had no idea I would enjoy looking at pictures of naked women, but what made it so enjoyable for me was because I knew Daniel looked at these same pictures and liked them. He probably even touched himself to them too. I had to do this. I had to share this experience with him, even if he would never find out. Slowly, I rubbed a hand over my exposed nipple, teasing it until it got even harder, sending pleasure shooting straight to my core. I fondled my breast, closing my eyes and imagining Daniel's hand in place of my own.

“Look at these. Perfect little tits, Olivia. I’ve been thinking about them since you sat on my lap and soaked my jeans.” He switched to the other breast, biting gently, then soothing with his tongue until I was shaking. One of his hands dropped between us, shoving my shorts and panties to the side. Two thick fingers found me—slick, swollen, embarrassing. He groaned like the wetness offended him. “Still this soaked? After all that?” He pushed both fingers inside me in one slow thrust. My head fell back. “Jesus. You’re dripping down my hand.” I braced myself on his shoulders, riding the curl of his fingers. He worked me open with dirty, precise strokes, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit u

It's an Indian Sanskrit book that is translated into English. Curiosity bites me, and I begin to read it. I see images that illustrate all sixty-four sexual positions with instructions in details. I look at the package to know who sent it and see it was ordered from Ryan’s personal email id. Hotty is such a freak. Sixty-four fucking sex positions. Oh my god!

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

Inside the office Sophia pulled her mouth off Mary just long enough to cry out, “Yes...that’s right...everyone feels the energy...” The priest slammed into her harder. Sophia’s fingers kept working Mary’s clit while her tongue returned, frantic now. The dual sensation tipped her over. Her orgasm hit like a wave. "Fuck....I'm coming" She came hard, squirting across the desk and Mary’s thighs in wet pulses, body shaking, a raw shout tearing out of her throat. The priest groaned behind her, still thrusting through the clench of her cunt.

“Hmm. Yeah. I’m going to tell you something else, and it’ll probably upset you, but I need to be honest with you.” “Okay…” “Credits are also awarded for bringing slaves into the club for… entertainment.” Fia’s heart stopped beating. It wasn’t actual slavery. It wasn’t really prostitution. But it felt like it. She didn’t know how to feel. It was wrong. It was evil. But her pussy was suddenly sopping wet again, which was strange happening so quickly after they had just had sex. It felt like being a slave and she loved it.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

My fingers tremble slightly as I log into my Brazzers account. The homepage loads immediately—a clear column of flesh, sweat, and raw performance. I don't want a plot. I don't want a twenty-minute video detailing how the stepdaughter arrives home from school, goes to the kitchen to grab a bite and then thinks of seducing her stepfather. Nope. I go straight to the search bar and type: Intense Clitoral Stimulation.

He’s so hot I don’t even think he realizes how much power he holds. One night, after drinking myself to a stupor with friends at a freshers’ party, I returned to my room, extremely drunk and feeling horny. Ryan was already asleep. He always sleeps naked for reasons best known to him. This time, he must have felt very hot while falling asleep because his blanket was pushed off his body and to the side of the bed and his naked body was on full display. Immediately, I got rock hard just by looking at him and wondering what it would feel like to fuck him in that state. So, I decided to take advantage of this moment not knowing if I’ll ever get the chance again.