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It was pure pleasure. I pushed the door open a crack and froze. There she was, naked on our bed, legs spread wide, while her best friend Lisa was on top of her. Lisa had this thick purple dildo strapped around her hips, and she was driving it deep into Sarah's pussy with steady, hard thrusts. Sarah's hands were gripping the sheets, her back arching up every time Lisa pushed in. "Fuck, Lisa, right there," Sarah moaned, her voice all breathy and desperate. "Don't stop, please, it feels so fucking good."

I gasped when Aiden skillfully exchanged our positions on the bed, placing me under him where his arms served as my prison so I couldn't escape. “You want to know if BDSM makes sex enjoyable?” he whispered playfully in my ears. A moan escaped from my lips when he bit my earlobe. “Find it out yourself as I let you experience it.”

“Oh, the plug has a vibrator. Look at how dirty you are, taking the plug like a bitch.”Ha! BDSM, Bondage Domination SadoMasochism.Who would have thought that it could be like this.The words, though they were taunting, it was erotic. Having my butt abused with a plug in it, I was ecstatic to know what next.Immediately, a wave of vibration hits my core. It made me squirm, quiver and then whimper.“I... can’t...” my body kept twitching. The electric vibration intensity my body was receiving could make one tap out. “You can’t what?” She asked.I sucked in air, gaining control of my body but... she increased the vibration again.“Stop!” I said.She whipped my ass with the riding crop.

“So what do we do?” “I leave the church and you and I see where this goes,” he said confidently, like he had it all figured out. Could it really be that simple? I looked up into his eyes. “How does the BDSM thing work? I mean, do I have to always call you Lord or something?” “We can reserve that for the bedroom. Or, even bring it into our private life if that’s what you wanted.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “We’d have to move away from here, to another city where no one

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

His touch, his kisses, how he made me feel. No man has ever treated me like, I have heard of how horrible men could be when it came to sex, I had hated bdsm, breath play but when it came to him. He leaves me craving for more, I want his hands on my body, I want him choking me, I want to be his good girl. I love how his touches made my body react, how he dominated me like no man had ever done before. This is fucked up.

Chloe looked almost delirious with pleasure once the vibrator was in place and she was positioning herself on top of Karina, pressing their clits towards one another, the vibrator between them, sending them to another place entirely. Karina's head fell backward, her eyes closing as sensation ripped through her. This was one of her favorite ways to have sex and she loved it. She opened her eyes to look up at Chloe. She was so beautiful like this-hovering above karina, her hips rocking as she rode her pleasure higher and higher. Karina moved one hand to play with Chloe's nipples, teasing her fingers over them each in turn, trailing her hand across Chloe's chest lightly. She loved the way it ma

They’d been flirty and laughing all evening and dinner had become a silly affair with Ares telling her naughty jokes to try to make her blush and her reminding him she lived with Dimi Lykiaos and nobody had a bigger potty mouth than her. Now however he was focused on another topic. “A BDSM parlor. What exactly did you do there?” “Fetish play.” He came to a dead stop, his eyes rounding incredulously. “Like what?” “Never intercourse but I had one guy who paid me a grand more than once to lick peanut butter off my body. There was a man who simply liked feet. He paid me five hundred bucks a session to massage my feet while I yelled obscenities at him. He was a nice guy but I’m pretty sure his mo

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

Letting myself enjoy every reaction—the way his back arched, the way his thighs trembled, the little sounds spilling from his lips. “Fuck,” he gasped when the second bead popped in. I kept going. Third. Fourth. Each one made him whimper, hips rocking back greedily. By the fifth he was shaking, hole fluttering around the silicone, trying to pull it deeper. The last, largest bead stretched him wide. He groaned—deep, broken—as it sank inside. The flaBlack base settled flush against his rim, thong snapping back over it. I moaned at the sight. My dick pulsed, leaking thickly into my briefs. The dirtiest, most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen: my stepson bent over in Black lace, ass plugged with black