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I reached down, my hands finding Dante’s dick and Jax’s thigh, giving Dante a frantic handjob while Jax claimed my mouth. "That's it, Ariel," Jax muttered, his voice thick. "Take it all, you little slut." The friction was overwhelming. Kael’s hands were bruising my waist as he drove into me with a speed that made my vision blur. Saliva drooled from my lips, trailing down toward the bed. Jax leaned in, his mouth catching the drip, following the trail all the way to my lips before swallowing me in a deep, tongue-heavy French kiss. I was right on the edge. I could feel the pressure building, the internal dam about to break. I gripped both Dante and Jax, my body vibrating.

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

I heard him groan through the phone. "That wet already?" "Yes, Father." "Say it properly." "Yes... Father Elias." "Good girl. Now rub your clit, slowly. Pretend it's my tongue. You want that again, don't you?" I moaned, my hips moving against my fingers, my forehead hitting the mirror. "Yes... I need it—need you." "You'll get it. But not before you come, right now, with your fingers. I want to hear it." My breaths turned into gasps. My fingers moved faster. The ache building from the moment I walked into the restroom now burned hot and ready.

Being so straight, I am almost homophobic, my ass is the last place I think of when I am thinking erotic thoughts. As if she sensed my hesitation, she tickled the cheeks of my ass with her fingernails. Allowing my ass cheeks to close. "Let me finger fuck your ass baby" she whispered to me. Even as she said it, I could feel her pussy tighten and radiate even more wetness, more heat. All I could think of was how "unmanly" that was. But how MUCH she seemed to be turned on by it. Wondering what the men in the boardroom would think, the feelings were too intense to analyze long. Her fingers found their way back again to my inner cheeks.

In fact, his hand just hurts. Maybe this was a bad idea. He's about to close the tab, but one video catches his eyes. Gay porno. His hand is clicking the video before he can process if it's okay to play this or not. Well, the answer is: it's fine. He's glad he did actually. This is way better than the first video he watched. His heart is beating erratically as he watches the two guys kiss and stroke each other's dicks. "Mm..." Gold grips on the bedsheet, throwing the bottle of soju on the floor. The feminine guy in the video forces the masculine guy to bend. The former slaps the latter's ass before burying his face on it.

"Let me help you release it." His hands slid higher. He cupped my breasts fully now. His thumbs rubbed over my nipples through the dress. I gasped. The touch sent sparks down my body. My pussy clenched. I pressed my thighs together. "Father Jake... this is not prayer." "It is a different kind of healing," he answered. His voice stayed steady but his hands kept moving. He squeezed my breasts. Rolled my nipples between his fingers. "Tell me how it felt when he fucked you." I closed my eyes. My body betrayed me. Heat pooled between my legs. "He bent me over the seat. He pulled my panties aside. He pushed his cock inside me. It was thick. It stretched me. I moaned even though I knew it was wrong

The extreme eroticism of my voyeuristic encounter made it feel less invasive because they couldn’t see me and more sexual because it made me free to explore this fetish I discovered. I peaked and gazed out the window. The black woman stood up and waddled down the stranger’s slick, muscular body. His body shone with the heat from their encounter. The woman spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto the erect shaft that glimmered from her saliva. She jerked and strained to not scream out, as the large, thickened shaft vanished deep within her.

He combed his fingers through my hair and I loved the feel of his manicure fingers on my hair, it made my cock throbbed in my pants, threatening to burst open to have a look at the sexy boy we were going to fuck tonight. "You're turning me on and it would be fucking hard for me not to take you in here." I sighed, tracing my tongue on Adrian's cheek and down to his neck. I licked my way down to his chest and took one of his nipples into my mouth. Adrian gasped, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanked it real hard that I felt precum leaking out of my cock under the influence of the pain. One thing I loved the most with having sex with a man was the pain, the force and a little combative that

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

Aurora Damn…I’ve been caught. I cursed inwardly. My fingers still inside of my pussy slowly found their way out. The empty feeling made me whimper. I’ve never been this aroused in my entire life, but the thought filled me with guilt. What would he think of me now? A slut? I shook my head, reminding myself there’s no need to feel ashamed or guilty. If there’s anyone who should feel ashamed, then it’s him. He was the one who watched a p**n video and masturbated in someone else’s house. He even left the door wide open, like he wanted me to see.