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The man moved his fingers fast, slamming them into my wet heat, then he leaned forward and captured one of my nipples in his mouth, his warm tongue gliding over it. "Fuck, make some room for me," the other lady said as she dropped to her knees in front of us. Inching closer, she latched onto my swollen clit, licking at it like it was the best thing she'd ever had. My body shuddered slightly and I could feel my climax approaching. Right on cue, the man increased his pace, slamming his fingers into my wet cunt and rubbing my spot over and over again while the lady sucking on my clit held my legs further apart for him to finger me harder. She licked and sucked on my clit harder.

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

She noted how “it only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.” God, hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking off would-be CEOs—or even the spoiled stepson of one—made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent-up passion deep in the parched throat or in my now moist, warm pussy.

But even that tenderness turns filthy fast—his fingers sliding back inside me, curling, stroking, until I’m coming again on his hand while he whispers how beautiful I look when I fall apart. There’s no room for anything else. No guilt. No tomorrow. No thoughts of Jake, or consequences, or what happens when the trip ends. Just the slick slide of bodies, the bite of teeth on shoulders, the wet slap of skin, the way his breath catches when I clench around him, the guttural way he growls my name—Sally—right before he comes, flooding me until it drips down my thighs and stains the sheets. We chase release after release.

Sandra, an 18-year-old voluptuous woman, sat at her desk in the quiet office, her mind wandering to her favorite pastime – self-pleasure. Her body was a work of art, with ample curves in all the right places. Her breasts, full and heavy, strained against her blouse, and her wide hips and thick thighs filled her chair. But what really set Sandra apart was her surprisingly tiny, tight pussy, a secret treasure hidden beneath her generous figure. As the last of her coworkers trickled out, Sandra's fingers began to dance across her keyboard, opening a discreet folder on her computer filled with her favorite erotic stories and images. She knew she shouldn't be doing this at work, but the risk of g

I was a quiet lover. "Now, Dalia, you're intensely aroused, bothered and highly frustrated," he continued to torture. "So when I do this, you'll writhe." He took my bud between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed, once, then twice. Unable to control my movements, I wiggled with a moan. "And when I do this, you'll arch." He slid a finger inside me, then another. And I arched into him and moaned helplessly. "Now I’ll make you come. And, because of the wine and sexual frustration, you’ll come so long and so hard your body won’t be able to sustain the blow…so you’ll lay here, and you’ll fall asleep." Josh moved his fingers inside me, in and out repeatedly. "Get ready, baby."

I felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely under his control in the middle of the room where millions of dollars were negotiated every day. "Open for me," he commanded. I didn't hesitate. I pulled my legs back, hooking my heels over the edge of the table, exposing myself to the harsh fluorescent lights above. Vincent stepped into the space I’d created, his body a wall of heat. He didn't use finesse. He didn't use a condom. He guided himself to the entrance of my heat and pushed in with a slow, agonizing force that made me cry out, the sound bouncing off the glass walls.

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

His hand settled lightly on my shoulders, then trailed down my arm in a slow caress. When his fingers reached my knee, they slipped beneath the hem of my dress, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed the damp fabric covering my pussy. “You’re drenched,” he observed, voice rough with satisfaction. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the lace, circling with firm deliberate strokes that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily. “All this from reading your own fantasies? Or is it because I’m finally touching what you wrote about so many nights?”