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The slick, obscene *squelch-squelch-squelch* sounds filled the bedroom as her juices coated his hand. “I… I don’t know,” she gasped, but her hips were rocking desperately against his fingers. “It’s so dirty… but it turns me on.” Dean kissed her hard, swallowing her moans. “Good girl. Cum for me thinking about Cole’s cock.” Gale shattered moments later, crying out as her pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Her orgasm was intense, waves of pleasure making her knees weak. Dean held her up, kissing her through it. When she came down, breathing hard, Dean pulled his fingers out and brought them to her lips. She sucked them clean, tasting herself.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

She was a vision of pure beauty and even her large erection seemed somehow sexy and feminine, but don't ask me why. I cradled her balls with my left hand, earning me a deep throated moan of pleasure as I rolled her testes and gently tugged at her scrotum. The skin felt buttery soft and smelled of peaches. Shelly must have used some sort of body lotion, but I couldn't taste it on her cock. Spit and precum filled my mouth and I swallowed eagerly, hunching my hips to fuck the sofa with my own dripping penis. I ached with urgency and I wanted to cum. I needed to cum as a nearly painful lust for release pushed every other thought from my mind.

Her orgasm ripped through her with hardly any notice, Destiny clinging and pulling on Carter's hair. Once it had subsided Carter lifted his head but didn't let her rest. As soon as his mouth pulled away, he slid a finger into her slick passage. After a few strokes he added a second. He started by pumping them in and out but once she was comfortable, he kept them inside of her rubbing his fingertips against her g-spot in a come here motion. Destiny closed her eyes breathing heavily. Carter sure knew what he was doing, and her body responded to him in turn. Destiny could feel a second orgasm forming and just as she was about to cry out Carter kissed her catching her scream in his mouth all the

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

********************The Long Glass Stretch, was so intense and dirty but she didn’t care all mine at all all she always want is to have sex and getting fuck by different type of objects each and every time and that’s exactly what she is getting now in her pussy, trying out new big, wide, large and massive objects every time she gets***********************

Sweat slicked their skin, the room thick with the scent of sex and ink. Nia bounced faster, tits jiggling, ass cheeks flexing as she impaled herself repeatedly. Vardo's free hand roamed her back, dipping to spread her cheeks, a finger circling her tight asshole, pressing just inside. The dual sensation shattered her—pussy flooding his dick, asshole clenching around the intrusion. 'Come for me,' he ordered, thumb now flicking her clit relentlessly. She shattered, orgasm ripping through her, walls milking his shaft in rhythmic pulses, juices squirting down his balls.

“Look at you—such a filthy little slut, coming so hard just from the thought of being gagged by my cock. You’re literally shaking.” Gavin was a beautiful wreck beneath me. His thighs trembled uncontrollably, chest heaving in short, desperate bursts, cheeks flushed a deep, humiliated red. The dark wet patch on the front of his jeans spread wider with every aftershock, the sharp, musky scent of his release filling the small space between our bodies. His cock—still half-hard, slick with his own cum—twitched against his stomach every time he breathed. “No,” he whispered, voice cracked and defiant.

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"