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He stood over her, chest rising and falling, desire raw in his gaze. Slowly, he pulled his shirt over his head, muscles shifting under tanned skin. Jasmine’s breath caught at the sight: broad shoulders, hard chest dusted with dark hair, abs tight and defined. “Like what you see?” he teased, voice hoarse. She bit her lip, nodding. “Come here.” He knelt between her legs, hands running up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her shorts higher. His mouth followed, kissing along the sensitive skin, tongue flicking teasingly.

They slipped on transparent plastic aprons. “On your stomach first,” Freya commanded softly. They slowly peeled my leggings and panties down my thick thighs, exposing my smooth, plump ass and already-wet pussy. “Fuck, look at this perfect ass,” Jess moaned, spreading my cheeks wide. “Completely waxed and ready.” Freya ran her bare fingers over my tight pink hole. “So pretty… and already twitching. Have you been watching naughty videos, thinking about women playing with your holes?” I moaned loudly as Freya pushed one slick finger deep into my ass. “Oh god… Doctor!”

I slowly moved close to him while I kept my gaze on him. He was panting really hard and I loved the hunger I saw in his eyes. Without saying anything I took his hand and put it in between my thighs so he can feel my wetness. “Is this yes enough for you?” I responded seductively. He slowly lifted my gown because he wanted to feel flesh and I started unbuckling him. We were moaning crazy. He helped me unbuckle his belt and I fell extra in love when I saw his boxers. White shorts… Uhhh.

Bullets pop, and upstairs Dad and Amelia must be in Dreamland. Is this really happening? But yes—I can feel my heart racing faster, gathering speed the longer the doctor touches me. "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. He jerks my hips forward by an inch, and my gasp cuts through the air, my throat dry, breathing ragged. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me."

Lila’s eyes widened in shock. Her hand was still inside her soaked shorts, fingers covered in her own wetness. She froze against the wall, heart pounding hard in her chest. He towered over her, inked knuckles flexing at his sides. Sweat still ran down his muscular chest. His voice came out low and dangerous. “I know exactly what you’ve been watching, little girl. Every filthy video. Every time you touch that pretty pussy thinking about me.” Lila’s face burned hot with shame, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples stayed hard against her tank top. Fresh wetness leaked out of her and soaked her shorts even more. She couldn’t look away from him.

Three dots started to float on the chatbox as he typed. Then it disappeared as he stopped typing. Oooh, that must mean he liked them. I giggled to myself, deciding to get even bolder. I reached out behind me and unhooked my bra. My tits sprang free, heavy and meaty. I made a soft face of ecstasy and took another selfie. I tousled my hair, groped one of my tits, two fingers flicking over the nips. I took another. Then another, with each different pose.

I couldn't decide if it was hotter for her to leave them on or take them off, so I opted to leave them on her. That meant she was rubbing her pussy through them, and given how wet her shorts had been, her panties must have been absolutely soaked. Her fingers were probably focused on her clit, circling around the swollen little nub as she drove herself closer and closer to her orgasm. My own pace picked up, my hips now rocking faster as I pulled the sheets tighter to try and get even more friction. I was panting, my pending collapse drawing ever closer.

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the sheen of sweat across his chest, the sheer scale of him, the way he overtook her mother made Ruth-Ann's knees buckle. She slumped against the doorframe, her legs falling open. Without thinking, her hand slipped beneath the hem of her nightgown. She didn't bother moving her panties, only nudged the silk aside, her fingers finding her swollen, aching clit. She was already drenched, her slick coating her fingers the instant she touched herself.

When she turned, the soft rolls on her lower back and the generous, dimpled curve of her fat ass made his cock throb painfully against his shorts. “On the bed, baby. Hands and knees. I want to see all of you.” Elara climbed onto the bed, arching her back and presenting herself. Her fat ass jiggled slightly with the movement, thick thighs spread just enough to show her already glistening pussy. Aaron shed his clothes quickly, his thick, hard cock springing free, heavy and leaking at the tip.