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The contrast of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin made me cry out. “You've been dreaming about this?” he asked, pulling my shin up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasped as his thumb circled my nipple. “What did you dream? Tell me.” “I dreamed... you'd suck them. Hard. That you'd bite them a little. That you'd make me cry out.” My tongue kept spilling every dirty fantasy I’d harbored. “That you'd then push me down, rip my robe off and just.. look at me. Look at all of me before you.. before you…”

“Nghhh!“ I scream out as the my orgasm hits me, it's so intense that it rocks me back and forth for a few seconds. My juice drips down my thighs and I breathe out loudly to catch my breath, damn. I pull my fingers out and let my body drop to the bed, it's gets so hot when imagine him, my mother's husband. He was made to be fantasized about and I make good use of it, many at times, after a long day, I can come home and touch myself to my step father till I cum all over my fingers. I know he knows. Killian is just as filthy as I am and I'm sure of it, I have seen the way he looks at me when mom isn't looking. I've seen the way he licks his lip when our eyes meet and I refuse to take my own eye

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

she told me as she shoved the white transparent panties under Fiona's pillow. “Have I ever told you that I fantasized about fucking you when we dated?” I growled while I pulled Betty down onto the bed. “Did I tell you that I jerked off after every date because you got me so aroused?” I felt Betty’s body shudder as I bent forward to suck on her cone shaped 36C left breast into my mouth. “Ooooh, Yesssss Jacob,” Betty purred softly. Her back arched up from the bed when I shoved two fingers deep into her gash.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

" If I had come to you directly that day, it's sure as hell that you were gonna push me away. So, I planned on how to get in. To take care of you the way you deserve. Your strength... fire... And this body that's been driving me insane. " "You're fucking psycho," she whispered, her breathing ragged. I could see her nipples stiffening into hard tiny peaks. Her thighs were pressed tightly together like she was fighting the heat between them. " I'm not here to steal your company, baby, " I crowded her fully, my large body pinning her smaller one. "I'm here because I'm obsessed. I've jerked off countless times thinking about spreading these thick thighs for months. Fantasizing about how wet your

A woman was obsessed with me. For some fucked up reason, that realization didn’t make me feel safer. It made everything feel ten times more intense. Another message popped up immediately: Unknown: I’ve watched every single one of your streams, I couldn’t get enough! I know exactly how you touch yourself when you think no one’s really paying attention. I know what you sound like when you actually cum… not the fake moans you give your fans. I was breathing so hard the room started spinning. Then came the final text:

The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there. Professor Kane broke the kiss and looked down at her. His eyes were dark with lust. “Sit on the desk.” Sara did as he said, hopping up so her ass rested on the wooden surface. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooked his fingers into her panties. He pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. Now she was bare in front of him. Cool air hit her hot, wet pussy, making her shiver. He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. Sara’s heart raced. She looked down and watched as he leaned in. His breath brushed over her sensitive skin first, warm and teasing. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entran

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.