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she breathed out her thoughts while enduring his erotic punishment, “How much do you like my juicy pussy? Does punishing it give you pleasure? Does fucking it with your fingers until it is red and sore make you satisfied? Do not you want to give me your cock, fuck me with it?” Vishous smirked at her attempts of making him hungrier. Trying to force him into slamming his cock into her pussy so hard that she forgets to catch her breath. “I love your pussy, angel.” Vishous replied while his fingers fucked her at an uneven speed. Sometimes faster, and then lowering it down to almost slow motion so that she would not cum, enjoying her state as she pushed her face in the pillow to lower down the sc

25 year old Candy Peterson loves to come, but only from a big cock or agile tongue in her pussy. She has masturbated when necessary but Candy is so beautiful, tall and dark-haired and voluptuous, and is so well known as being a great fuck, that she can find sex partners with no difficulty. Her most recent carnal escapade was with Brian, who is only 18 years old and has enough stamina to keep up with her, besides being quite handsome. She called up on Friday and told to come over to her apartment and eat her pussy and fuck her about eight o'clock that evening.

But the ache between my legs and the memories of Ethan’s eyes locked on mine while he fucked me so deep kept pulling me back. Before I knew it, I was in Ethan’s room, flash drive in hand. I plugged it in and searched for something new. The title Pretzel caught my eye. I clicked play. On screen, the girl lay on her back with one leg bent and the other extended straight. The guy straddled the extended leg, giving him a perfect angle for deep, grinding thrusts while staying close. It looked intimate and dirty at the same time. My hand slipped under my shorts as I watched. I was already wet again. I rubbed slow circles on my clit, imagining Ethan doing that position with me—his body pressed clos

I want you to feel me buried deep inside the folds of your wet pusssy your walls will stretch to its fullest as I'll ram inside you with pure need." Christian said. "We can do it the hard way or the easy way, Roose." Christian said in a raspy voice.

Finn had asked me to take a picture of my juicy pussy when I'm done, but my wetness covered my phone screen as I navigated through the phone to take a picture. I finally took the naughty pic and sent it down to Finn with the caption, "Look how wet you've made me, you naughty boy." "What' am I going to do now?" I bit my lower lip anticipating the next reply from my naughty F******k lover, Finn. "Your cute pussy is hungry; I am going to feed it!" He replied passionately. "Feed it now, my Finn; I'm so fucking horny and waiting." I eagerly replied to him. "Are your sexy legs still wide open?"

Freya "Make it three, please. Use your three fingers in fingering my pussy, Michael." Kissa–the woman in the porn video that I'm watching right now, said almost pleading and a playful smile escape on Johnny's lips–the man in the porn video, when he heard what his wife just said. Johnny quickly followed his wife's wishes and slowly thrust Kissa's pussy with his three fingers. Kissa couldn't help but let out accented moans especially when Johnny started fingering her pussy.

My fingers moved effortlessly through her intimate folds, finding their way to her pussy hole. I thrust two fingers without warning, causing her to flinch momentarily before relaxing in my embrace. My movements were fast, rapid, and forceful. I prefer not to waste time with slow paces. Berta let out screams and moans, loudly calling my name as my fingers thrust in and out of her wet pussy. I placed two fingers into her mouth as I continued jamming into her pussy with no mercy. She moaned and cried, tears streaming down from the corner of her eyes.

I moan. "Fuck tiny doll you feel so damn good. Do you like my big cock in this tight little pussy?",her eyes flare as desire fills them. "Yes I love you huge cock deep inside me. Please make me cum",she begs. I thrust faster needing to feel her pussy milk my cock. Fuck.

Fred’s hesitation flickered, but the raw need in my voice, the way my eyes burned into him, must’ve hit something deep. He muttered a shaky “Fuck, fine,” under his breath, his hands fumbling to shove his pants down, freeing his thick, dripping cock as he moved, awkward but eager, positioning himself over me. My mouth watered at the sight, my own shaft twitching in anticipation as I grabbed his hips, pulling him closer, the musky scent of him filling my senses while I waited for that first taste, my breath hot against his skin.

"When have we ever been careful?" She grabbed his shirt. Pulled him close. Their mouths met with years of denied hunger. Hands moved with purpose. Desperation. Need that had been building since the last time. Since every time. They found a storage area. Closed the door. No words. Just bodies remembering. Touches that spoke what voices couldn't. Her gasps. His groans. The frantic removal of barriers. Skin on skin. Heat and pressure and the desperate certainty that this might be the last time.