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breast, teasing the nipple until it hardened under his calloused palm. "I adore the way you throw your head back when you come." As he said this, the hand that was kneading her thighs slipped up to the thatch of hair between her legs. Damp from a moment ago, he parted the blond curls. He teased her mound until it opened for him, wetting his fingers as he explored the delicate folds. "I want you to come on my hand." He said huskily. She lay her head on his chest, her hands clutching the arms that kept her tightly against him. "Oh, Marcus..." She moaned, thrusting her hips toward him as a thick finger slid into her. "Yes..." "You're always so wet for me, my love." Another finger joined the fi

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

Grasping at his fingers, so wet now I could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into my pussy. He leaned down and kissed my breasts, his fingers still moving rhythmically inside me, his thumb circling and pressing my clits. He knows what he's doing. Destroying me like this. Oh, fuck! His free hand scooped my hair and his tongue mirrored the actions of his fingers. My legs began to tremble as I pushed hard against his hand. He slowed the movement of his hand, so I’m brought back from the brink and then goes harder. Our clothes came off in a hurried sexual tug of war. I gasped at the length of his hard cock.

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he growled against her mouth. “All this time playing innocent and your cunt is begging to be ruined.” He shoved her panties aside and plunged two thick fingers inside her without warning. Lia cried out, legs buckling. The stretch burned, but the pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. He curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb found her swollen clit. “Oh god—Ethan—” “That’s right. Say my name while I finger-fuck this virgin pussy.” He pumped harder, adding a third finger, stretching her. Lia’s books clattered to the floor. Her hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the building pressure.

just raw need, his hardness grinding slow circles over the soft flesh, the situation's fault: the enclosed space forcing contact, the night erasing boundaries. My hand gripped the sink edge, nails digging porcelain, as intimacy built, his free hand sliding up my side, thumb brushing the underside of my breast through the tank. "Jax... stop," I whispered, but it came breathy, body leaning back into the rub, clit throbbing from the indirect tease. He hissed, the motion quickening, cock throbbing against me, pre-cum likely soaking his shorts. Mia's brother, drunk in my bathroom, made it hotter, tension coiling tight like a spring.

but i shush him by putting my finger on his lips while my other hand opens his zipper. "Dear lord!" ....what...are you...kitten??.....ahh feels good....don't.....stop!" He moans in my ears. So I gently push him down on the little bench next to my front door where the garden lights are not shining and I push my hand inside his boxer and he closes his eyes while his heartbeat raises. I slowly start stroking his manhood, I feel it comes alive almost immediately and I smirk. I put some spit on my hand to make it go smoothly as I'm moving up and down his rod with my hands putting a little pressure and within minutes I push him over the edge and he cums in my hands.

I could feel the fabric getting soaked with precum. “If you keep doing that, I'm going to come,” I muttered in a raspy voice. His hand thrusts even became faster as he held my cock, sliding it against his hand. I felt my body getting hot, and rising to a climax. Handjobs always had their way of turning me on. Something hot leaked out, and a wave of ecstasy rushed over me. I came in Anthony's hand. He pulled out his hand, and reached for my lips again, placing a kiss which was less intense than the first.

NOTE: THEY'LL BE OTHER EROTIC SERIES AFTER THIS STORY, SO STAY TUNED FOR MORE. DON'T FORGET TO DROP A REVIEW ON THE BOOK. I looked down. When I put his hands high on my thighs, I put them palms down. His thumbs were resting on the inside of my thighs, very close to my panties. I liked what it looked like. I wished he'd move them up and touch my pussy. I knew he wouldn't. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted him to feel me. I rested my hands on his. This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over at my husband. I liked the idea of my son's hands on me with my husband right there.

His fingers were big and rough as his hand touched my waist “This is wrong Rose” he said but his hand moved up and touched the side of my breast. “You are twenty two. I am forty two. I am married to your mother. We shouldn't be doing this” “I know it is wrong” I whispered. “but it feels so good because it is forbidden. Fuck your stepdaughter Daddy. Please. I am so wet for you” He pulled me hard against his body. I felt his cock. It was already hard and very big inside his shorts. It pressed against my belly like a thick pole. I moaned out loud. He bent his head and took my mouth in a kiss. The kiss was rough and hungry