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“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

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Her whole body shook, sweat-slick, the room thick with the scent of sex. “Come for me, Mummy… come with my cock in your ass,” I ordered, smacking her cheek again, the sting making her clench harder. She shattered—screaming my name, ass spasming around my shaft, pussy squirting onto the sheets. The sight, the feel, dragged me over—I slammed deep and came, flooding her ass with hot, thick ropes, pulsing endless until we both collapsed, trembling, wrecked. I stayed buried inside her, kissing the sweat on her spine.

Then he flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and pushed back inside in one long stroke. This wasn’t the couch sex. This was deeper, meaner. He fucked me like he was trying to imprint himself. One hand fisted in my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit in tight, ruthless circles. Every thrust slapped against my ass, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. “Tell me,” he panted, voice rough. “Tell me how long you’ve been touching yourself thinking about this cock.” “Since I was nineteen,” I gasped, pushing back to meet him. “In the shower. In my bed. Once while you were driving me to campus and I had my hand in my panties under my skirt.”

“Gabriel, it’s so good. I want you to talk to me. Tell me what you’d do if you were here.” I oblige. My words come easier now, looser, filthier. “I’d watch you touch yourself. I’d make you keep your eyes open, make you look at me while you played with yourself. I’d kneel beside the bed and kiss your thighs, bite you just enough to make you gasp.” She gasps for real, and I can hear the rhythm of her hand, slick and fast. “Don’t stop,” she begs. “I’d slide my tongue over you,” I tell her, voice low and rough. “Slow at first, then faster. I’d hold your hips down so you couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. I’d make you beg for it.”

Saliva dripped down our chins…our hands found each other and we held on tight. He pulled out and moved to the other side of the desk. He spread my legs wider and pushed his thick cock into my pussy in one smooth thrust. I cried out. He felt even bigger than I imagined. He fucked me with steady, deep strokes while his fingers rubbed Sophie’s clit. “Touch each other,” he ordered. I reached over and slid two fingers into Sophie’s wet pussy. She was dripping. She moaned and did the same to me, fingers curling inside me while Professor Voss kept pounding my cunt.

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it

Did you ride him like a reverse cowgirl like the eager little slut you sound like right now, moaning about how big he feels? Victor tried to step between us, voice steady but edged. “Laura, calm down and listen. This marriage died a long time ago. You checked out first with your work and your distance. Elena just happened to be the spark I needed today. The sex was raw and real, better than anything we had in years. She took every thick inch, creamed all over me, and begged for more without any bullshit. Her pussy gripped me like a vice when she came.” “Shut the fuck up,” my sister hissed, but her eyes flicked over my body again, maybe seeing the way my thighs still glistened. “You’re both d

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”