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I was slow at first but my pace began to increase. Even though I tried everything; rubbing faster, pinching my nipples I couldn't seem to get off. The orgasm stayed just out of reach and I slowly grew frustrated and desperate. Sameal watched for a moment, his eyes dark with lust He climbed onto the bed, grabbed my wrist to stop me, and thrust two of his thick fingers into my pussy without warning. They were large, just like the rest of him, stretching me open instantly. A scream tore through my throat as i arched my back.

I pleaded, my own climax building once more. With a roar, he slammed deep, his cock pulsing as he unloaded, hot jets of cum flooding my pussy. The sensation pushed me over, my second orgasm crashing as I clenched around him, drawing out every drop. We clung together, panting, the water settling around us. Slowly, he lowered us both, his cock still buried inside as we floated in the afterglow. "You're incredible, Clara," he whispered, softer now, his dirty words fading into tenderness. But even as he kissed me gently, I knew those crude commands would echo in my mind, a secret thrill.

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.

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

My nipples were still hard, and with the tiny outfit I was wearing, I looked even more sexy. "Really." I let go of Daniel's hand and looked at him. What would he do now? Would he step away from me, or would he take what I was offering. Gently, he squeezed my breast, running his thumb over my nipple in a motion that was way too quick for me. My eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, and I moaned slightly. "Mia..." Daniel's voice was suddenly rough and husky. I opened my eyes and stared at him. "This isn't a good idea," he breathed.

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.

“I’ve felt you looking. I’ve touched myself thinking about this exact thing, you pushing me against a wall and taking what you want, fuck daddy, take me.” He yanked the wet bikini bottoms down my thighs. I stepped out of them. His hand slid between my legs and found me already dripping. He pushed two fingers into me without warning and I gasped, head tipping back against the tile. “Daddy…!Oh God…” He began fucking me with his fingers hard and deep, curling them, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit. “So tight, damn baby.” He increased his pace. “Ahmn!” The wet sounds were filthy in the small space. My moans got higher, breathier. He clapped his free hand over my mouth.

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Khloe’s moans turned into broken cries she couldn’t hold back. Eric’s grip on her wrists tightened. His pace turned almost feral. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy,” he rasped. “You want it? Want me to cum inside you?” She nodded frantically, past words. Eric slammed in one last time and came hard, a low, guttural groan tearing out of him as he emptied himself deep inside her. The hot pulse of his cum triggered her own orgasm. Her body locked up around him, walls milking every drop while she shook underneath his weight.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.