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God, thаt wаѕ hot ѕеx. The fееlіng оf holding her аgаіnѕt me wаѕ over thе tор. Yearning tо gеt inside hеr, аnd thеn fееlіng hеr tіght, wet рuѕѕу shiver аnd tighten аrоund mу cock as ѕhе came.

Stranger' Heat, a molten current, pooled deep within me. A different kind of excitement, raw and primal, coursed through my veins. He had already begun his insidious magic. His touch, a burning brand against my skin. His murmured voice, a hypnotic whisper that bypassed my ears and resonated directly with my core.

The click-clack of a woman's high heels approaching the confessional stall gave the priest an unarguable guess of his next penitent's gender. The door swung open and almost immediately, the fragrance she wore stole the atmosphere. Fr Gregory became the curious cat. Well, he has always been. Then the overwhelming and compelling need to see this woman whom reminds him of Rose of Rome. This penitent who was there for absolution and whose fragrance reminds him of the years he hoped to spend his youth on the thighs of Rose an Italian beauty queen. Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment.

her. I position myself so the tip of my cock is at the heat of her pussy, and I take her breasts again so I have leverage as I glide home. Her skin might be cool, but her fucking pussy is the hottest thing to ever slide over my cock. Her nipples are little pebbles that grow tighter the more I play with them. These are the things I don't do with a professional. I let them get themselves off. It's pure selfishness on my part because I love to watch a woman please herself.

His body quivered at her touch, his clit throbbing under her fingertips. “Please,” he whimpered, guiding her movements, desperate and unashamed. “Please fuck me..don’t make me beg more..” Scarlet stared down at him, stunned, watching his body writhe under her touch, a boy undone by the cunt between his legs. He looked up at her through glassy eyes, lips trembling. “I’m burning inside. Only you can put it out.” Scarlet’s pulse hammered in her ears. She hadn’t even wrapped her head around what she was seeing, and yet the heat radiating off his body was undeniable, contagious. His thighs shook as he held himself open for her, slick dripping down his fingers.

No hiding. The private room was small, dim, with a leather couch and pulsing bass bleeding through the walls. The door clicked shut. Clothes came off in a heated rush. Dominic took control, the way he preferred these days—pushing the guy down, mouth and hands mapping skin with practiced efficiency.

A low growl, animal, vibrates in his chest against my back. "Don't move." His voice is hoarse with sleep and use, gravel in the silence. It's not a suggestion. It's an order, even half-asleep. And my body, my traitor body, my body that is no longer really mine, obeys. It relaxes, sinks deeper against him. A wave of heat, different from that of fever or exertion, courses through my lower belly. A damp, disturbing heat. Shameful. Because it's there. Still. The hunger.

“Want a reason why my pussy needs your fat cock, huh?” It teases the rope strapped across my clit and fondles. “Uhh…” I gulp. Imagine it to be his fingers. Hard. Possessive. “Cus my pussy is fucking hot.” I stroke the line and moan. Heat is rising to the pad of my fingers. “Cus you couldn't get your fat dirty out of my wet pussy.” I chew my lip and graze. The area is wet. Especially the spot that kissed the entrance of my cunt. I flick my clit, a bit too hard, and I gasp.

The cable car was suddenly heated. Aria breaks the kiss and takes off her cardigan, leaving her bra which was snapped off in a single attempt by Victor. The cold made Aria’s boobs perky, with her nipples responding to the cold. “Thought you were cold, Aria,” Victor remarked; his voice low nad raspy.

His eyes softened even more. My back pressed lightly against the door as the space between us disappeared. Eyelids batting inconsistently. I could feel the heat coming off his body, he smelled manly in every possible way, the familiar smell of cedarwood mixed with the faint smell of whiskey. My heart beat so hard it felt like it might jump out of my chest.