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After that, I allowed her to gag as much as she pleased and just enjoy the nastiness of my sexy girlfriend. I quickly found that Franny loved to have sex in public places. Our first adventure was at the local drive in movie. We were barely settled into the back seat when she removed her shirt and wanted me to suck on her tits. I was between her legs several minutes later spurting a huge wad of semen into her pussy. That was the first time that she let me put my cock inside of her. A memory we both cherish.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

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.”

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

“Fantasy? I imagine a guy taking me at work, in the office bathroom. He pins me against the sink, hikes up my skirt, and shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, fingering me hard while I bite my arm to keep from screaming. Then he fucks me from behind, slapping my ass while I cum. No condom, filling me with cum until it drips down my legs. Fuck, Marcos, I’m going crazy just talking about it.” They laughed together now—dirty, loaded laughs—their bodies inching closer on the filthy floor. The air was thick with lust, the smell of sweat and arousal mingling like a forbidden perfume. Marcos told another story, about a fuck in a dark alley, pounding a chick against the wall while it rained, water m

"Alright fellas. Let's get on to business. First question is, when was the first time you had sex?" Jax leaned backwards, his hand working his spit slick phallus. "Shit!! I was like 16. A neighbour's 17 year old daughter snuck me into her dad's garage. I was a horny kid then, bent her over a workbench. I came in two minutes tops but she squirted all over my balls."

she continued. John closed the bedroom door and she started to push me off, "I need a shower to wash the smell of sex out off me," she explained but I just flexed my cock inside her and the just started to pound insider her. "You are a bad boy," she said and pushed back at me in turn until I shot my load inside her causing her to scream loudly as she felt my sperm flood her insides.

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.