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"You can stop your ogling." "What the hell?" Grace yelled, clearly frustrated. "I was not ogling. What’s your problem?" "That’s not what it felt like," she responded, smiling and clearly enjoying Grace's frustration. And in her frustration, Grace blurted out, "Well, too bad, I love dicks—you know, the long, big, and real ones." It might have been a bit bold for someone who hadn't been in a relationship, but she didn't really care. As if that wasn't enough, the frog breast woman added, "What a coincidence, so do I, but I love them a little bigger, if you know what I mean." Susan laughed so hard that it made her tear up.

Gripping the waistband of my shorts, I lift my hips slightly so he can pull them off easily. A low purr comes from Erebus’s chest as the scent of my arousal fills the room. Running a finger from the bottom of my core to my clit. “Ready for me so soon, Little Vixen,” his voice is low and husky, as he pushes a finger deeply inside me. “Please,” I beg as he slowly pumps a finger in and out of me. “Please, what?” He asks before sliding a second finger inside of me. “Please,” I breathe out as he curls his fingers inside of me hitting a spot that makes me see stars behind my eyelids. “Please, I need you.”

He breathed as I rubbed it through his shorts. "Well if you want me to keep doing it, you'll give me a nice kiss. In fact." I grabbed the snap of his shorts and pulled it open, "You do a good job, I'll reach right in and grab it, and wouldn't that feel better?" "Yes." "Then, how about you give your naughty teacher a kiss?" I closed my eyes and parted my lips once more and my heart pounded in anticipation as I awaited his kiss. After a moment of nothing, I stopped moving my hand and lifted it from his crotch. Immediately his lips pressed quickly to mine and with a soft moan, I grabbed his cock and stroked it once more.

The stretch was intense, the tentacles in my pussy still moving, the ones on my breast, tugging. The pattern continued, the pace getting faster and I started trembling, another orgasm building fast. My pussy clenched and a scream tore past my lips as I came again. Shaking and squirting around the tentacles massive length. He didn’t stop until I came one more time, my body so overwhelmed I thought I might pass out. Just when the pleasure became too much, he let me go. “That was fun. Till next time my little slut.” He whispered, licking my lips and I watched him disappear like he was never even there.

Curves in all the right places, a natural artistry that makes my mind feel like it’s about to split into two, one half screaming in alarm, the other half roaring in pure, unadulterated desire. The sun, a benevolent spotlight, catches her, illuminating the delicate planes of her face, the rich, warm tone of her caramel skin. She glows. Truly, madly, deeply glows. She’s the most exquisite, beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And then there is that ass. That utterly perfect, beautiful curve, a testament to some divine sculptor. She's wearing denim shorts. Or should I say, *bum shorts*, as some ladies call them. They are practically so short that the fabric barely skims the apex of her

My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick cock stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he fucked me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, nipples still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.

"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a

“Does Felix finger this married pussy the way you need? Or does he just give you quick, polite little fucks?” “N-no… he doesn’t,” I moaned, pushing back toward his hand despite myself. The confession made me feel filthy and alive. David chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.” His thick fingers teased my slick folds, spreading the foamy soap over my swollen clit. He circled it slowly at first, then plunged two rough fingers deep inside my pussy without warning. I cried out. God, the stretch was immediate and intense. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sensitive spot that made my toes curl.

“Look at me, Elara.” She looked up, her eyes wide and pleading. He held her gaze, his eyes dark and commanding, and that was her undoing. The orgasm hit her, a silent, violent storm that ripped through her body. She bit down on her lip, hard, to keep from crying out. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, a series of intense, rippling spasms. Her whole body trembled, a fine, uncontrollable shudder that she hoped was hidden by the table.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhghh!" "Clayyy ... Unghhhh ... Ohhhh!" She was also moaning as his movement on top of her gets faster and faster. She lifted her hips so that their movements meet and every time that happens they moan at the same time. "I-I'm close, Sam! Ahhh! Ughh!" his sudden cry. "Ahhh! Ugh!" they growled at the same time as the liquid squirted from inside him. When he was done bursting all his juices inside her, he lay down beside her then kissed her on her lips.