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she managed to ask, her professional instincts not entirely abandoned. Felix reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease. "I want to be clear," he said, even as he tore the packet open. "This changes nothing professionally." Wendy squeezed his length lightly. "Less talking, more fucking, Mr. Harrington." His eyes flashed at her boldness. In one swift movement, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance. "Is this what you've been wanting?" he asked, teasing her with just the tip. "Your boss bending you over his desk?"

My cousin was crazy and my parents don’t like me talking to her,but I enjoy talking and being with her, her influence was good and bad. She thought me how to masturbate,and showed me some illegal p**n websites ,she hid me in her basement for my first make out session, and when I first had sex she helped too. She knew how to lie while I was the good girl ,we balance each other out. “ fine yes,can I send you a picture,it’s not the best but it should do” “Yeah sure” Then I heard a moan at the end of her line “ are you having sex coco?!”

“Say you love being fucked like this while he’s right downstairs.” Her fingers clutched the sheets tight, and her whole body began to shake. “I love it. I love being your slut while my father is downstairs! Ohhh God, I love your dick, Luca!” Her confession ripped the last threads of control from him. His balls tightened and his dick swelled, every nerve screaming release. He slammed deep, grinding hard against her ass. “Fuck Stacey! I’m going to cum!” Her body convulsed, and another orgasm tore through her at his words. “Come inside me!” she begged.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

he growled, kicking my legs apart. I obeyed, water running down my back. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, thick and hot. “Ryan... condom?” I asked, voice shaking. “Raw. Like I promised.” He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pushed the fat head against my hole. “Gonna breed this stepbrother ass.” He thrust in hard. The stretch burned like fire as he sank deep in one long stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

she says lightly, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door. The second the water starts running, my hands shake with urgency. I’ve been holding back this horniness the entire drive, imagining girls eating me out. I open my laptop quickly, load the lesbian p**n site, and click on a video. Two women are going at it intensely , one on her back, legs spread wide while the other buries her face between her thighs, tongue working deep through wet folds, fingers thrusting hard.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

I melted into the kiss, tasting the wine and the passion and the promise of many more nights exactly like this one. Best drunk sex of my life.