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He tangled thick fingers into Alex’s damp hair and thrust forward, forcing the fat head past his lips. Alex gagged instantly, the sheer girth stretching his jaw to its limit. His eyes watered as more inches pushed in, filling his mouth, pressing against his tongue. “That’s it… fuck, tighter than I imagined,” Jax groaned, head tilting back in pleasure. He started with shallow rocks, feeding Alex more and more until half his length was buried in wet heat. Saliva drooled from the corners of the freshman’s stretched lips, dripping messily down his chin and onto his own throbbing cock.

“You talk too much when you are nervous. Let me show you.” I moaned despite myself, tilting my head to give him better access. His hands roamed over my body, sliding under the thin dress to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples until they hardened. The feeling made me drip even more, soaking my thighs. “Kael… it feels strange but good,” I whispered. “Why does my body want this so much?” “Because you were made for me,” he replied, his voice low and cool against my ear. He kept kissing and sucking my neck, marking me clearly as his. One hand slipped between my legs, finding my soaked folds. “So wet already. Good girl.”

That felt god-damned good. I can't stop him, my body keeps betraying me with this men. "You've got an 8 inch." He said. "An eight? Thought it was six?" I stuttered, letting out a gentle groan as he kept stroking. It felt so good. I never knew it felt so pleasant. My first time fucking a gay was more of a taste. He sucked my dick and that was all. The sir felt thick. My whole body was literally on fire. I could hardly even breath.

The chaos of the gala fueled it, every gasp and flash replaying while I fucked him deep. “Harder,” he panted, grinding down. I flipped us best I could in the tight space, pinning him beneath me on the seat. Thrusts turned punishing, raw. His legs wrapped around me. We came together shuddering, messy and loud, bodies trembling in the aftermath. I stayed buried in him a minute, catching my breath. The city hummed outside. Everything had fallen apart and pieced back weird. “I think I can get used to being gay,” I said, voice rough but real.

John Mayo, a 22-year-old college student with short brown hair and a lean, athletic build, strolled into the bustling gay club, ‘The Rainbow Room.’ The pulsating music and the smell of sweat and cologne filled the air. He was new to the gay scene and eager to explore his sexuality. His eyes scanned the room and landed on a group of guys at the bar. One of them caught his eye, a tall, muscular man with dark skin and close-cropped hair. His name was Kai, and he was 23 years old. John had always watched him from afar in class, intrigued by his calm confidence.

A beautiful, buxom woman discovers she is an exhibitionist. (Non Consent and reluctance) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is a story that contains scenes involving group sex, a cheating wife, and anal sex. Enjoy ***** Gary was seated, staring at his wife's ass a few feet away. He marveled at her long legs and shapely butt, mostly exposed in her tight bikini bottom. She was bent over, rummaging through the folded pool towels to find her favorite, soft, oversized one.

His fingers caressed every inch of my bare waist, dipping lower than they should’ve, brushing my spine with maddening precision. “You’re trembling, what will happen tomorrow when I caress and_” he murmured. “You’re evil,” I whimpered, clutching his shirt. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “Evil? No!! But maybe a handsome devil. And tomorrow, I will be your devil husband who will keep you tied to me.” I felt that declaration in my bones. Finally, the dance was over, and I slipped out of his arms. And just when I thought the night couldn’t get more dangerous—we had a couple’s game organized by Gauravi, Tami, Saanjh, Ruhan,, and Sahaj.

Ignoring the looks from the three stooges, that gate crashed hell. “What are you all doing here?” as I look down at her on my chest. Her breathing is even as she sleeps. “We came to find you both. Didn’t realise you two would be having sex,” Gabriel says with a chuckle and I groan out. “Well, yes, we were, but she … she freaked out before you all came barging in here.” I snarl out as Gaia whimpers and I rub her back, purring as I do. She relaxes further on my chest.

I asked huskily as I rubbed my wet core against his dick. He groaned. "That won't be a bad idea" He carried me into the bathroom and he turned on the shower and almost immediately my back touched the wall as he penetrated me. I moaned at every of his thrust he takes into me as the water touched both our skins. In no time, I came on his dick. He bend me over for a doggy style position and he fucked me hard till we both came. He turned me around and kissed me, "Are you satisfied now?"

"We don't have all night to listen to your lengthy story Moira!" "Sorry Katrina," said Moira whose eyes were focused on Angel. "Frankly saying, we ladies are not vocal about expressing what we need in bed. And what's the use anyway if a man does not care except for his own pleasure? They don't listen to a single word we say. This lack of communication during sex has some less than savory repercussions and we've always found ourselves in a painful sex position for us. Number one, doggy style... there is something primal and animalistic about doggy style that makes men want it so much. Hence, it allows for a deeper penetration and better control. But the fact of the matter is, many women feel