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2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

My fingers pounded away on the keyboard as in the story I pounded away on Miss Ross. Of course I didn't start fucking her until she had given me an eye rolling blow job that ended with her letting my cum drool out of her mouth and onto her tits. From there she had hopped back onto the desk for me to take over where I left off and suck her off with my fingers buried in her pussy. I described her as wailing like a banshee as she came beneath my eager tongue and telling me to stand back up and slam the shit out of her. The story then went into the two of us going around the world. My stud of a story self banged her with her legs spread wide, bent over her desk, and doggy style on the floor.

By a stroke of pure luck, Vanessa Summers gets a miracle job as the secretary of CEO billionaire handsome playboy, Orlando Phineas Jr. What started as a fertile working environment soon morphed into a hot passionate atmosphere where anything is allowed; no pants. Vanessa tries to keep it between her legs and Orlando struggles to keep it in his pants but they soon discover they're no match for unadulterated hot sex. ORLANDO PHINEAS JR. Now I'm sure you think you know how this story is going to start. You're probably thinking, "It's a CEO story. It's going to have the same old cliche beginning."

My voice was breathy, slutty, every word dripping with need as I spread my legs wider, giving him full access. The desk edge dug into my ass, but I didn't care; the burn only heightened the ache in my pussy. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles that made my thighs tremble, his fingers plunging in and out with urgent slaps against my skin. “That's it, grind on my fingers like the horny bitch you are,”he whispered filthily, his free hand gripping my throat lightly, just enough to make me feel owned. ‘Your tight pussy is sucking me in, Sienna. You love being controlled by your teacher, don't you? Moan louder for me.”

The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and breeding frenzy. Selene watched for a moment, then joined them. She straddled Lucien’s chest, facing the female riding his cock. She grabbed the younger female’s hair and kissed her brutally while grinding her own dripping pussy against Lucien’s sternum. “Harder,” Selene commanded. “Make him knot you properly.” The female obeyed , bouncing faster, forcing Lucien’s swelling knot past her entrance. When it locked, she howled, body convulsing in orgasm. Lucien groaned into the pussy still smothering his face, his own knot swelling fully inside the tight heat.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

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“Call me whenever you’re free before you leave Bali. I’d love to have you all to myself next time… because your pussy is so tight, in fact your pussy is magic… I can die for this pussy or let me say I can die for all your holes… your pussy is so good” I took the card with my free hand while the other hand was still buried between my thighs and fingering my wet pussy. I gave him a cool, lazy smile, because my eyes were hazy with lingering pleasure. “Maybe I will, because your cock had stretched my pussy so well… I love that massive cock right there in your boxers…” I murmured, voice low and sultry. And I didn’t even bother to stop fingering my wet pussy even as I spoke. The stranger chuckled,

"Like this?" When Casandra's long hair is neatly tied. Cassandra's smooth neck looks very sexy. Eric Adam Apple started to move irregularly. Something strange happened to Eric. "What perfume are you wearing?" Eric closed his eyes. Eric's handsome face looks masculine when asleep. "Mmm just a cheap imitation perfume." Cassandra misbehaved. Eric opened his eyes. "Your body smells so good." Tbc