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She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

“Gonna make you come right here, Em. Then I’m gonna lick every drop off my fingers so I know exactly how you taste.” I was panting, whimpering, my hands gripping his hair as the pressure built fast. “Ooooh god, Alex… I’m so close… ahhhh… fuck me with your fingers harder—” He obliged, slamming his fingers deep and fast, thumb pressing firm on my clit. “Come for me, dirty girl. Come like you did in that dream. Soak my hand so I can smell you on me all night.” The orgasm hit me like lightning. My thighs shook, pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.

he commands as Thirst Trap spanks my ass. A yelp escapes me as excitement courses through me. Finally! I go down on my knees, facing the wall, and lower my upper body down to the mattress, sticking my butt in the air. I hear some shuffles, and then someone’s fingers trail my inner thighs all the way to my center, where I want it the most. He spreads my folds and presses on my bundles of nerves lightly, but good enough to make me moan and buck my hips for more pressure. “Condom or no condom?” someone asks. I don’t care to figure out who it is.

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.

“Next lesson—compliments that make her pussy throb. Tell me what you want to do to my breasts. Be specific. Be filthy. Shy boys stay virgin. Bold boys get to hear a woman moan their name.” I stared at her cleavage, pulse racing. My thumbs unconsciously stroked her hips in small circles. “I… I want to… touch them,” I whispered. “Kiss them. Suck on your nipples until they’re hard… and maybe… maybe squeeze them while I…” I couldn’t finish. The embarrassment was too much. But Elara just smiled wider, running her fingers through my hair soothingly. “Keep going,” she encouraged, her voice like velvet. “Tell me everything. We have all night, and I’m going to turn you into a man who knows exactly ho

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

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