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"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a

His eyes dropped to my tits, then lower, where my shorts clung wet between my legs. “Jesus. You weren’t kidding.” I grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand down. “Touch me. See for yourself.” He didn’t hesitate. Thick fingers slid under the waistband of my shorts, straight over my bare pussy—no panties, just soaked skin. Two fingers parted my lips, gliding through the mess, brushing my clit once. I gasped, hips jerking forward. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re drenched. So fucking wet.” Alex chuckled dark behind me, still teasing my nipples. “Told you. She gets like this when she wants something bad.”

He had a big dick, he looked like he might also know what to do with his fingers and tongue, and I just couldn’t wait to see him in action. We both started rubbing her pussy, both our fingers flicking her clit and teasing the slit between her legs through her shorts as we took her tits in our mouths. “Oh…. Oh fuck…. Dustin! Felix. Fuck. I—Oh my god. Fuckkkk.” That was it. That was exactly what I wanted and the fact that she had screamed Dustin’s name so loud first told me that she also knew what I wanted. Her body began to shake as her pussy began oozing from behind her shorts. I reached up and grabbed her shorts, pulling them down and revealing her perfectly shaved pussy, and as I pulled th

Hi everyone 🥰🥰 Mha Nitta here, how's our weekend going? After the next two chapters I'll be releasing an erotica experience of a friend who is in a talking stage with me. He has a weird fetish for short black skirts 😂. I found it so hilarious though. Forget the fact that we're friends 😂😂 It's weird.

She is looking at me with a mischievous grin on her face, "Didn't you say he liked your pajama shorts?" "The slutty little shorts?" Clara repeats with a teasing laugh and I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment for a second, momentarily regretting being so open and telling them that part of our moments together. And by the way, those slutty shorts are still somewhere in his house, "They’re fine Andy, it's springtime. Besides, Edison is an omega too and won't be creepy.”

Jordan said. “I’ll buy one, or I’ll borrow one just to feed it your severed balls. Just… don’t fucking tell a soul.” I was standing up now, looking back toward the trail that we had walked in on and lowering my tight shorts down to my ankles. “If only you weren’t so fucking clueless sometimes, you could be licking my pussy right now,” I said sarcastically. Once my shorts were down and unhooked from one leg, I sat back down, spread my legs open, and began to play with myself. “I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of you.” “Neither can I,” Jordan agreed with wide eyes.

It had become semi transparent and I could clearly see the outlines of her nipples and the surrounding darker areas. As I looked down towards her leg, I saw what looked like the outline of her ‘cunnies’ pushing against the thin material. My mamba was showing its appreciation for such sight by trying to bust through my shorts. I was still watching her when suddenly she knelt down before me, zipped down my shorts and brought out my already stiff mamba and began s-----g it.

I cried out, arching back against him as he pumped slow and deep. I clutched the sheets, panting. He pulled down my shorts and I kicked them off completely before slipping his fingers in again. “You wear those tiny little shorts and come into my room. Into my bed and grind on my cock.” “I didn’t mean to come in here,” I whimpered. “But you didn’t leave either.” His fingers sped up. I moaned even louder now. “You were gonna come all over my fingers like a needy little slut. Maybe I should leave you hanging longer.”

She grabbed an empty beer bottle from the fridge to use as a prop, then bent over the island—slow, deliberate—ass pushed out, back arched, the shorts riding up to expose the lower curve of her cheeks. Ryan stepped behind her. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs hooking under the waistband. “Lower,” he murmured. She bent deeper, tits pressing against the cold granite, nipples aching. Ryan’s fingers traced the seam of her shorts, dipping between her thighs to feel how drenched she was. “Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he rasped. “Just from the thought of them touching you.” He rubbed her clit through the fabric—slow, teasing circles—while his other hand slid up her back, under the tank, pinc

That, or I was imagining things. Her thumbs hooked at the waistband of her cute undies, tugged at it, and then she pulled it down, letting it pool on her legs before stepping out. My breath hitched, and I forgot to breathe for a few seconds. That sight was magnificent. Perfect feminine outline and a soft tuft on her bikini area added to the charm. I don’t know who convinced us that shaved is better. No. It isn’t. I would give anything for me to feel that against my fingers. She did a slow twirl, her ass jiggling a little as she moved. My shorts became tighter as something twitched again. I lowered my gaze at the same time she did, both of us witnessing a wet patch blooming at the tip of my t