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“Next time you call me, I’ll remember to ask what you’re wearin’.” Before she could catch her breath, he lowered his head. She moaned, the sensation of his breath on her pussy, even through two layers of clothing, an electric shock. This was everything she had imagined—and more. Her hands flew to his shoulders and hung on. His thumbs made the return trip up her thighs, delving into the damp crease where her mound and thighs met. A wash of sweet sensation followed the erotic tickle, so hot and fierce that she cried out. “Oui,” he whispered. His fingers tightened on her hips, lifting her to meet his mouth. No more talking, just the sweetest and simplest of kisses. He nuzzled her through the cr

Not inside yet, but teasing, pressing, spreading my cheeks with every slow grind. “Feel that?” he breathed. “That’s what you do to me every time you walk around in those tight shorts. Been wanting to slide into this tight ass for months.” I was shaking, hole twitching against his cockhead. Sweat poured off both of us, making everything slippery and nasty. My own dick was trapped between our stomachs, rubbing against his abs with every move. Connor reached down and spit on his fingers, then rubbed them over my hole, circling, pressing just the tip of one inside. “So fucking tight. Gonna open you up real slow. Gonna make you take every inch until you’re moaning my name.”

One message: “Lavatory. 1 hour. Door unlocked.” I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then I typed back: “Make it 45 minutes.” I hit send. He didn’t reply. But when I glanced forward again, he was smiling—just a small, dangerous curve of his lips. I spent the next forty-five minutes edging myself under the blanket—slow circles on my clit, fingers dipping inside, stopping every time I got close. My pussy was swollen, aching, dripping. My thong was useless now—sodden, pushed to the side.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

It lasted less than twenty minutes. Hero’s hand slid up Doe’s bare thigh under the oversized shirt she was wearing — his shirt. She didn’t stop him. When his fingers brushed the bare, still-tender skin of her pussy, she was already wet. He looked at her. She looked at him. That was all it took.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

“You mean even in the—“ “Yes! Any! There aren’t any points for being prudish, so do what you wish. The shadow lasts for roughly forty-five seconds. Get ready! It’s coming!” The men and women instantly paired off. Nerves were racing and the whiskey flowing. It would be a wonder for most to succeed... “No! No touching yet!” the host screamed. “Wait for it... wait for it... and... go! Get it hard and get it in! Forty seconds!” Sienna hurriedly bent over in front of her man. She expected his hard cock to penetrate her with a sense of urgency and horniness. Instead... what she actually felt was a limp noodle brushing haphazardly against her wet pussy lips.

I cried out, arching back against him as he pumped slow and deep. I clutched the sheets, panting. He pulled down my shorts and I kicked them off completely before slipping his fingers in again. “You wear those tiny little shorts and come into my room. Into my bed and grind on my cock.” “I didn’t mean to come in here,” I whimpered. “But you didn’t leave either.” His fingers sped up. I moaned even louder now. “You were gonna come all over my fingers like a needy little slut. Maybe I should leave you hanging longer.”

he said. I closed my eyes. "I want to be touched. I want a finger... on my pussy. Slow. Teasing. Until I ache." He didn't say anything right away. "How exactly do you want to be touched?" I breathed in, slow. "Soft at first. Then harder. Pressing right there... making me wet, trembling. I want to beg. I want to lose control." My chest rose and fell quickly. Then I felt it — his hand unexpectedly on mine, through the screen. Warm. Solid. Real. My breathing hitched but I didn't pull away.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'