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He edged Alex mercilessly, bringing him close with his hand only to stop, over and over, while whispering dark promises. “Tomorrow I might bring my tight end. Let him use your mouth while I wreck this ass.” “Or maybe I’ll fuck you in the sauna. Make you ride me in front of the mirrors so you can watch yourself break.” Alex sobbed with overstimulation, his body a live wire of pleasure and pain. When Jax finally allowed him release again, it was dry and shattering, leaving him limp and shaking.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

I peeked, hiding by the side of the doorframe, careful not to get caught. And there he fucking was—Rick, he wasn’t having sex with anyone like I’d suspected, he laid open on the king-sized bed in all his glory, his back to the bedhead, naked and vulnerable. His legs were up in the air, knees pressed toward his chest like he was positioning to get rimmed... His cock was rock-hard, throbbing with a shiny silver penis ring clamped at the base of his cock, balls, swollen under the strain. On the laptop beside him was gay p**n, playing out— one muscular man topped a twink, pounding him relentlessly. Rick’s eyes were glued to the screen, blazing with lust, as his hand worked between his spread ass

"I will lick your pussy until you cum in my mouth." My mother is gay? No, no way. She's bi, like I want to be, I guess. Well, no guessing here because Mary lays back, and Faith kneels before her. I watch her face move closer, her tongue extended. Mary gasps, 'Oh, Faith!' as contact is made. My mother slides a hand up Mary's leg and prods a manicured finger up Mary's ass. Mary moans and buries her fingers in my mother's hair and pulls her in. From my angle, I can see my mother's cunt, all open and wet, and her little asshole, and that fucking tattoo. For once, I am more than a little buzzed. I won't lie, I've thought about girl sex, and being in a prolonged dry spell gets my horny brain wande

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

she pointed out. "Gay men can be very sexually proficient," I countered. "Cáel Nyilas (damn, she loved my name), you came five times. I lost track of how many orgasms I had. If you are gay, you aren't in De-Nile, you are in Ethiopia," she giggled. This wasn't the right moment to brag that I ejaculated eight times last night. Rhada filled up three condoms during our little escapade. I repeat, I have an out of control libido.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

"Waaaa help rape, rape... help meeee!!!" Hey Ken, we haven't even started yet. I mean, I haven't started yet. "Hey, be quiet, you're making me feel guilty, hubby. It's not called rape, it's your honeymoon." I held his hand, because he was struggling. Tsk, stop whining hubby if you don't want to die, die of pleasure hehe it's not just a joke. "Are you crazy, I don't want a honeymoon shutangina you Trix!!"

sending the girthy item straight into her moist slit – balls deep in one motion. The mature woman roared with delight, her back arching instinctively with overt satisfaction. Nicole always loved feeling a virgin shaft penetrate her deepest parts, in the most wanton, taboo, erotic of fashions! “So hot...” Gwen sighed, rubbing her own clit at the spectacle. “I want to be fucked just like that...” “And indeed you will,” Nicole smiled. “But right now, it's mommy's turn! Now rail that tight pussy, virgin boy!” She barked.