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I shoved Haiden's arm off me and scrambled to sit up, sheets clutched to my chest. My pussy was sore in the best way, swollen and tender from how hard he had fucked me, and the movement made more of his come slide out, warm and thick down my inner thigh. I bit my lip to stop a groan. Haiden finally moved, eyes cracking open, that lazy cocky grin already forming when he saw the panic on my face. He stretched, not bothering to cover himself, cock standing straight up against his stomach, shiny at the tip again. "Relax," he mouthed, voice barely a whisper, but his hand was already sliding between my legs from behind, fingers finding my wet slit like they owned it.

Darrell already left for work, we were all bored so we decided to swim. "Yeah and after that, we had sex" she giggled. "Woah so you guys are officially together?" "Yeah" "I can't seriously remember the last time, I had a good screw. About three months ago" Daniela said. "Three months? Don't tell me you?..." I trailed off raising my brows at her. "Of course, I had it with one of the male servants" she rolled her eyes. "Holly molly. You need to get laid sis. How about we hit the club tonight?" she giggled.

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

My fingers are tangled in her hair, and pulling her closer towards me. Her soft moans fill the room as I start grinding my cock against her pussy. She’s as soft and delicate as I imagined. The last pieces of my self-restraint break as she grinds her hips back against me. Furiously. She clings on to me, and rubs herself against me, seeking relief. Her sinful mouth plays with mine. I let her take what she wants. I hook my thigh between her legs, and she takes it. She grinds her hips in small circles. Her shorts are twisted to one side, and it’s her bare pussy rubbing itself against my thighs.

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NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Who was so sexually in tune with herself, who smoked pot and got me high, I just found overwhelming. I was lost in the moment. In a trance of lust and pleasure. My Grandma had a loud moaning orgasm right on my face, and then eventually rolled onto her back. I instinctively moved up between her legs, and because I was so fucking horny, I threw her supple legs over my shoulders while parting them gently. Her feet anchored past her face, she was surprisingly flexible! Must be a Yoga fan, like most secret old hippies, I chuckled to myself. Grandma really loved this, extreme missionary. I felt her completely relax, allowing me to really leverage her legs up and apart, completely exposing her wet

Raymond hissed, his hands fisting in my hair to steady my head while he positioned himself. He drove in with a single, powerful lunge. I let out a muffled scream against Richard’s cock, my body jerking forward from the force of the impact. Raymond filled me completely, his massive size stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. It was a sensory overload—Richard’s thickness filling my mouth and throat, while Raymond’s aggressive weight hammered into me from behind, his hips meeting mine with a jarring, rhythmic force.

“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.