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He gasped in pleasure as I sucked. I felt hands on my anus as Shorter was at me again. He pulled my cheeks apart and his tongue laved my anus slit. He poked into my puckered hole making me groan. I needed filling…now. Getting up from my knees I straddled Erik. He didn’t touch me. I think he was giving me the chance to back out. I wasn’t going to. I’d made up my mind. I plunged my wetness down over him taking it all.

He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating against my skin. His hand moves lower, parting my lips and teasing my clit with his thumb. My hips buck involuntarily, seeking his touch. He smiles, watching me squirm. “That’s it, my little slut. You’re so wet for me.” He slides two fingers into my soaking pussy, filling me up as his thumb continues to tease my sensitive bud. I cry out, my body trembling under his skilled touch.

Matt moaned. Erica wasn't wearing anything sexy. She had short shorts on and an old white t-shirt, but he could see she wasn't wearing any bra underneath it. Her heavy tits swayed and bounced beneath it and he could see her hard nipples pointing out from it. He reached down with his other hand and groped at one of her breasts. Taking a handful through her shirt made Erica moan more.

End of story. Clare looked at him. He was smiling, the corner of his eyes wrinkled up by his amusement. She thought he was probably the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her life. Almost unconsciously she wriggled her bottom so her clitoris butted up against his toe. He was right, of course, completely right. There was no point pretending. Realistically, though she hadn’t thought it through, there was no long-term future in their relationship: They had nothing in common apart from sex. That didn’t mean, in the short term, they didn’t have a very healthy mutual interest in each other. There was something very freeing about being involved with a man for such narrow reasons, no actions held

I lift my shorts and boxer briefs using my free hand since my other hand was full of my semen. When the heat I was feeling in my body subsided a little bit, I dared to enter the bedroom causing Freya's eyes to widen in shock and embarrassment when she saw me walking towards her, she quickly closed my laptop but it was too late since I already knew that she's watching a porn video.

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

He groaned low his hands gripping my thighs hard spreading them further his fingers digging deep into my soft skin leaving red marks I knew would show tomorrow. “You want more already,” he asked voice rough full of fresh lust his hips rocking slow rubbing his whole length along my pussy coating himself more in my cum. “Your pussy is greedy baby still dripping for me after coming twice.” “Yes,” I moaned nodding fast my head falling back a little as the head of his cock caught my clit sending sparks shooting through me. “Greedy for you only fuck me hard make me feel it.” He reached down quick grabbing another condom from his pocket because he was not done either his cock aching bad to be burie

The shame hit right after orgasm but the money in my account overshadowed any guilt I felt at that moment. I streamed three more times that week. Each one grew and by the fourth night, I had low lights and my favorite toy slick with lube on the nightstand and Regular47 was there every time, tipping bigger and typing what I craved to hear. “Spread wider for me, Velvet. Let me see that pretty cunt drip.” And I obeyed, knees falling onto the sheets and the camera angled so they could watch my finger glide through my folds. I was soaked, and the wet sounds filled the quiet room. My clit throbbed under my thumb while I pushed two fingers inside curling them to my satisfaction.

A firm tap on her thigh, not painful, but sharp enough to jolt her. “You don’t beg yet,” he said. “You earn it.” She whimpered again, not from pain, but from pure frustration. He continued with changing sensations: soft strokes, quick taps, breathless pauses. One moment, he kissed her slowly. The next, he used a small leather paddle across her backside, each strike followed by a kiss, a touch, a whisper of praise. “Good girl,” he murmured. “So responsive. So eager.” Her body was on fire, not from harshness, but from the slow, intentional opening of her control.

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.