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Thick and hard, the tip already glistening. “Suck it,” he told me. I turned my head and took him into my mouth. He groaned as I swirled my tongue around the head. Ryan kept fingering and licking me faster, matching the rhythm of my mouth on Jake. “Shit, Emma,” Jake breathed. He held my hair gently and pushed a little deeper. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth.” I moaned around him. The vibration made him curse again. Ryan added a third finger and sucked hard on my clit. My thighs started shaking.

“Can’t wait anymore.” Clara lifted up, reached back, and sank down onto him in one smooth motion. He filled her completely. She gasped at the stretch still sore from the night before, but the ache made it hotter. She started riding him, slow at first, eyes never leaving the screens. The couple on the feed came together, loud and messy. Clara’s pussy clenched around Julian’s cock. He gripped her hips and thrust up hard. “Fuck yourself on me while you watch.” She did, moving faster.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

I myself find both women and men attractive, but the pastime of pleasuring a woman is a hard one to beat. We had finished discussing the book, but as always we took our chatter late on into the evening. The wine had clearly taken effect, as had the content of the book. Suddenly they all seemed to think it was funny to post their bums and bra clad boobs as their profile pictures, asking the rest of us what we thought the lead character would like to do to that.

Lots of smut. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a book convo,” I said. “Have you read anything noteworthy?” Chance whispered. As if we were sharing secrets. “I’ve been so busy. My latest read is an omegaverse,” I whispered back. “Mm.. there’s a lot of smut in those,” he teased. “There is,” I said. “Did I not give you enough last night?” he gasped. My step faltered, and I inhaled sharply.

I was trembling, breathing ragged, my sore pussy dripping onto his expensive pants. Then his phone buzzed. He checked it, smiled darkly, and pushed me off his lap. “Stand up. Wetness check. Right now.” I stood on shaky legs, turned to face him, and spread my thighs. Reaching down with both hands, I pulled my puffy, dark pussy lips apart, exposing my glistening, abused hole to him. The cool air made me shiver. Mr. Sinclair leaned forward, studying me closely. “Look at that pretty black cunt,” he murmured. “Still red. Still leaking. Take a photo and send it to me.”

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“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.