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I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"

“My son’s girlfriend… and I’ve been jerking off thinking about these tits every night you’ve been here.” The forbidden words made her whimper. He moved lower, yanking her shorts and panties down her legs. On the couch, he spread her thighs wide and buried his face between them. His tongue was relentless, long, slow licks up her slit, then tight circles on her swollen clit. Two thick fingers pushed inside her, curling against her G-spot while he sucked. Emma’s hands fisted in his silver-streaked hair. “David… oh fuck, Mr. Reynolds,” she gasped, making him growl louder against her pussy. She came hard, thighs shaking around his head, guilt and pleasure crashing together as she soaked his chin.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

The sensation is overwhelming. Damien forces me onto his lap in the large leather reading chair, my back to his chest. His hard cock presses thick and hot against my ass through his pants. He wraps one arm around my waist to hold me still while his other hand returns between my spread thighs. “Such a tight little virgin cunt,” he growls in my ear, rubbing slow, firm circles on my clit. My juices coat his fingers. The wet, obscene sounds echo in the quiet library. “Bet you’ve never cum on anything but your own fingers, have you?”

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

He spun her around and dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor. “On your back, chef. I want to taste this wet pussy.” Ara obeyed instantly. She lay on the cool marble floor. Damon buried his face between her thighs, devouring her. His tongue flicked rapidly over her swollen clit before sucking it hard. Two thick fingers plunged inside her, curling mercilessly against her G-spot. “Oh my god! Damon! I’m going to cum!” she screamed. He sucked harder, fingers pumping faster. Ara’s back arched off the floor as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She came hard on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head while she cried out his name.

Somehow they’d found themselves in a tiny cubicle in the men’s room with their trousers around their ankles and their hands at work on each other’s crotches. He'd tried to protest, but there was no saying no saying ‘no’ to Diamanda. After only the most cursory of ‘reccies’, she'd dragged him in, pushed him into the first open stall and bolted the door. Just as she was unzipping her sleazy leather trousers, there was the sound of voices just outside. Lots of them! ‘Stay cool,’ she’d mimed, pulling her thin and strangely plain white panties down to her knees and leaving them there, stretched, as she took his hand where he could feel her moist readiness. ‘Do me!’ she breathed, positioning his f