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Perfect for nights like this. I also grabbed my phone. The secret folder was right there. I opened the video of all three of them playing basketball shirtless last summer. Their bodies glistened with sweat, muscles moving under tanned skin. Mike’s broad chest, Jax’s defined abs, Kane’s powerful arms as he jumped for the ball. Their laughs, their deep voices calling out to each other, it was all I needed. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and ran the tip of the dildo along my soaked slit. I was dripping already, the silicone sliding easily through my wetness. With my other hand I hit play on the video, turning the volume low so only I could hear.

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

"A-ah... fuck, Ariel... s-stop... no, keep going... mmm, fuck... you're so good at this... hnggh!" I was working Kael with my hand and riding Dante but the aphrodisiac and the exhaustion were starting to win. My hips began to give out, my pace faltering. Jax saw it immediately. He lunged forward, his hands locking onto my waist like iron clamps. He took over the work, bouncing me on Dante’s dick with a terrifying, full-power force that made me shriek.

One hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave fingerprints; the other reached around to rub her clit in fast, ruthless circles. “Take it, take every inch. This is what happens when you tease me for a year and a half with those tight skirts and those little moans you make when you’re frustrated with a spreadsheet.” He panted. Elena pushed back to meet every thrust, sobbing with pleasure. “Harder, fuck me harder, make me come again, make me forget every other man.” He gave it to her with a brutal pace. The new angle hit deeper, grinding against her cervix with every stroke. She shattered again walls clamping down around him like a vice, milking him as she screamed his name.

I lasted another twenty minutes before I broke during the next intense scene. The man had the redhead on her back, legs over his shoulders, pounding her mercilessly. Ken’s voice was low and filthy. “Deeper. Breed her. Pump that womb full. Look at how her cunt is creaming all over your cock. Make her squirt if you can. Harder. Fuck her like you’re trying to knock her up.” I couldn’t take it anymore. While Ken was focused on the cameras, I slipped my hand under my skirt and pressed two fingers against my clit over my soaked panties. Just light pressure. Just enough to take the edge off.

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Close. "Harder. Even harder," she whines. "Please." I oblige her without hesitation, slamming her round, juicy ass up against the door with thrust after thrust, my mouth hot and insatiable on her neck. There was a time when Julia used to be embarrassed by this kink we live for. Not to mention her demanding sex drive. She even used to feel ashamed of it. But not anymore. God no. I don't allow that. Now the shame is a perfectly twisted component of our physical relationship. We took ownership of the shame and made it work for us.