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Taking off my uniform, I rushed to mum's room, trying out all her sexy nightwears, before settling for one with a plunge neckline. I also took a suction base dildo she'd hidden away since she got married. It wasn't as big as Frank's dick, but it would do. I leaned backwards, resting my back against the sofa as I turned on Frank's laptop. He had no idea that I knew his password. I was going to have so much fun with myself. I played the first p**n video I saw. It was a scene of a woman giving a passionate blowjob. 'Fuck, that was hot', I thought as the woman fit his entire dick in her mouth without gagging.

Her Filthy Men Intro- Lisa has always had this dirty slutty fantasy of having sex with two men. All her life she had never been satisfied just by sex with one man, at times she would partake in threesomes but it still wasn't what she wanted just yet. Her ex boyfriend had broken up with her because she had been open about her sexual fantasy but miraculously they met once again and this time with another party willing to be part of Lisa's fantasy. Guessing it's a fantasy come true?

Maybe I could get him to join us late at night in our bed. "Oh, wouldn't that be exciting. Maybe I could have both of them each night. Maybe I would have Bobbie first, then my husband. Maybe I could have both of them at the same time... It's not like I didn't fantasize about that when my husband would put on those double penetration videos he liked so much. Maybe I could get one of my fantasies fulfilled this weekend. I mean I was fulfilling my husband's right now."

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

, I asked cuz damn those eyes "Just admiring how hot you are", he said with a smirk. "So tell me, what are your fantasies?", he asked. I blushed deeply, oh my Gosh what the fuck, "What are you talking about?". Yeah like I have zero idea what he's talking about. "You know, those nasty things you've thought of doing, it doesn't have to be normal, fantasies are definitely not normal you know " I paused to think. What are my fantasies? usually it use to be having sex with a guy but I've already done that so, what else?

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

I continued, "I bet those silly girls wish they could trade places with us. I remember when you made me masturbate in the middle of the auditorium during that stupid bitch's feminist speech three weeks ago. I know at least three people saw me, and I came so fucking hard that my panties were wet for the rest of the day. How many times have you made me take my panties off during class and walk around the rest of the day without them? I have licked and sucked your pussy and clit so many times while you talked with mistress mommy on the phone, that I'm surprised she never said anything. You always put her on speaker when I do that. Do you like it when you make me your little white fuck slave? Be

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

“FUCK, HURRY!” I exclaimed. I don’t know how many times I’ve been devalued at relish. I feel like I’m not the former Cherry who is unobtrusive and full of bodily innocence. He awakened what had long been hidden in the corner of my being- and that was lust, hunger, desire, and horniness and eroticism. He quickly stood up and pulled his fingers to my mouth. He stood up and arranged my seat over the sink.

She kissed his jaw. "My biggest fantasy," she whispered, "is watching you tied down, unable to touch me. And I climb you like a tree until I'm satisfied. Over and over." He let out a strangled sound, clearly trying not to get hard. Faye grinned. "So, you're going to do it or not?" "You can't be serious." She pulled out her phone, opened P*******t, and showed him an entire folder. "I've been designing it since I moved in."