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"Fuck me. Fill me up and make me yours." As I bent down to his level, an intense, erotic sensation washed over me when my hardened nipple touched his, the sensitive buds rubbing against each other, sending delicious sparks of pleasure straight to my core. We wrapped our arms around each other, pulling our bodies closer, as if trying to merge into one being.

The air hung thick with the musky scent of sex—salty semen, tangy pussy, and the faint incense from the altar beyond. I slid down his body, feeling the heat radiating from his feverish skin through the thin fabric. 'Look at you, Father,' I whispered, my breath hot against his ear, nipping the lobe until he shivered. 'All broken and begging like a whore in heat. But you want more, don't you? You want to bury that holy cock inside us.' Maria knelt beside him, her fingers tracing lazy circles around his navel, dipping lower to tease the sensitive head of his dick, making it jump.

All she wanted was to drown herself in the warmth of the mature man above her. Seeing such a blatant plea from the girl, Lucien no longer held himself back. The well-built man slid his body down, letting his hard, tensed masculine existence shift slowly, tracing the surface of her abdominal skin down to the most sensitive area below. The friction created between them without any barrier sent a powerful electric shock, triggering a wave of heat that instantly scorched Isolde’s consciousness.

The little cloth provided all the sensory tease intended. His hips were a roller coaster. Fuck! Flashbacks of my pussy grinding all over his face triggered my cunt even harder. I wet my index finger, digging it into my warm, dripping pussy, my other hand still pinching my nipples, eyes fixed on this beautiful wonder before me. He came closer, knees spread over the single club chair where I sat, hips rolling even more. I ran my hands over his chest, then down his hard, throbbing cock—strong and vibrant. My thighs moistened. The musky scent of my pussy juice suddenly hit my nose. He pulled away, back to his spot, now dancing for another client. I licked my lips, warmth embracing my tongue. Oh,

The cool air of the room kissed my heated skin, sending a shiver racing up my spine. She positioned herself above me, lowering her body with teasing patience. I let out a soft, breathy moan the moment I felt it, her smooth, slick pussy pressing directly against mine. The contact was electric, hot and intimate, our most sensitive folds gliding together in a perfect, wet embrace. Her warmth enveloped me, and I could feel every subtle contour of her, the soft outer lips parting slightly to reveal the slick inner heat that mirrored my own growing arousal.

A sharp whimper escapes my lips as we pull away, a string of saliva connecting our lips with hooded grey eyes glaring down at me. Delicious shivers ran through my spine, feeling his hand wander down to grab my ass. “You’re not wearing any panties.” He comments, feeling up my ass through the thin hotel pyjamas. My cheeks warm, sucking in my bottom lip while grinding on him like a bitch in heat. I’ve been celibate for months now....there’s no way I’ll pass up sex with Sasha. I’m too horny for that. A rush of pleasure courses through me as he slips his hands through my pants, cupping my sobbing pussy that begged for attention.

“The next one… is for me. And it’s going to be so much hotter.” He guided the broad, slick head of his dick to her entrance, which was still fluttering and sensitive from his mouth and fingers. He paused there, a moment of excruciating, exquisite tension, letting her feel the sheer size of him, the implicit threat and promise. The heat of the sauna seemed to concentrate in that single point of contact, amplifying every sensation, the frantic beat of her pulse there, the slick readiness of her own body, the hard, demanding heat of his.

I cried out, pace faltering as fresh heat flooded my core. He released my nipple with a wet pop and growled against my skin, “Faster. I want to feel you dripping down my balls.” I rode him harder, grinding my clit against his pelvis on every downstroke while his thick cock stroked that perfect spot inside me over and over. Sweat poured down our bodies, making every slide slick and filthy. The sauna air was thick, heavy with the scent of cedar, steam, sex, and the raw musk of our arousal. My thighs burned, but the pain only heightened the pleasure.

It was intoxicating, a drug I couldn't resist. With our bodies slick and sweaty from the heat of the moment, the sensation of her soft, sexy curves pressed against me was euphoric. I could feel her heart racing in sync with mine as our lips remained locked in an irresistible dance. As the rhythm of our breathing heightened, I began to move my hips, conducting slow, deep strokes that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of us. Anushka clung to me like I was her lifeline, her nails gently digging into my skin.

The rhythm he used was somewhere in between possessive and brutal, but I met every hard thrust, arching my back as much as the weighted heat of his body would allow. Everything about him was sensual, including the way his full lips looked when he issued guttural sounds. I remained frozen, trying to get control of any aspect of my breathing while he fucked me. I was enthralled, both of us out of breath. The sensations coursing through me were powerfully electric, leaving my pulse racing even more than just a few moments before. Even the sound of his hard fucking as our bodies molded together was sensational, adding to the filthy passion. This had to be a sin, but it was one that I would fanta