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“Rub that pretty pink pussy on me until you fall apart, baby. Ride me like the filthy little thing you are.” God. Something inside me snapped. My hips rolled faster, rougher, the fabric dragging across my clit so perfectly I could barely sit upright. My nails dug into his skin and Alaric let out a low groan. He barely felt pain, but he felt it underneath my touch. Something about that seemed so personal… so erotic. I could hear the distinct sound of a phone buzzing somewhere but it was drowned out by all the noise I was making. “You’re close already, aren’t you?”

But I could feel it. The way her breath hitched. The way her pulse thrummed wildly beneath her delicate skin. I loved her like this—soft, trembling, mine. "You’re adorable when you think you have control, little dove," I whispered. She didn’t hear me. Not yet. But she felt me. The air grew thick, heavy, humming with my presence. The soft scent of Mira’s apartment—lavender and linen—was drowned in something darker. Something rich, metallic, damp.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

He rose, cock slick from my juices. "On all fours now!" I obeyed, arching back. He entered slow, savoring. "Love how you take it." We fucked missionary next, legs wrapped tight. Deep kisses, bodies slapping. "You're my dirty secret and my addiction." He came hard, grinding deep. Cum mixed with my wetness, pooling under us.

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

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.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

He pleasured her nipples and her moans filled his ears, they sounded so melodious to his hearing that he didn't want to stop, he wanted to hear her call him name and beg for his touch. After what seems like sweet torture to her, Eric went slowly to her stomach, kisses her navel with his letlft hand stroking one of her breasts. He let loose the blue shirt she wore, removed her thong and at the sight of her lower region, Eric became so thrilled that he stared at her for a minute, nothing but desire in his eyes. They both made love to each other and the moans of Genevieve were so endless that she enjoyed every bit of it, having Eric inside of her and screaming his name as she held the blanket t

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

However, what she was feeling so far is nothing but heavenly. Soon he added another finger to the one already effortlessly gliding in her depths. The heel of his hand moved in circles against her sensitive nub in a rhythm so perfect and mouth watering that she could feel her head spin. "Se... bas… tian…" she began to call out his name between her ragged breaths when he increased the pace and pressed the heel of his palm down a little harder. "Shh… Adia… can you hear that? Listen to it. That's the sound of your incredibly wet c*nt." He whispered and the scandalous and erotic squelching sounds suddenly seemed to echo out louder in her ears the moment he mentioned it. Oh dear lord…