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His cock is hard and thick. I can feel how hot it is.

The sensation shoved me over, and I shook violently, crying out around Hunter’s cock, pussy clenching and fluttering, milking every drop. Hunter yanked out of my mouth fast, strings of spit snapping. He spun me around, his hands rough on my waist, and bent me forward over the built-in shower bench. Kyle stepped aside, panting, his cock softening but still dripping. Hunter slid right back into my cum-filled pussy, and Kyle’s release made every thrust slicker, wetter, and filthy squelching sounds filled the steam every time he bottomed out. He fucked me hard, short, brutal strokes that made my ass cheeks jiggle and ripple. His palm cracked down once, a sharp sting blooming across my right chee

These were just fantasies. This went on for over six months. I would come home from work, shower, fix a little dinner, and then sit down at my laptop to watch sex videos, read stories like Poppy’s secret confession or other sex stories about daddy’s, or cruise the M2M ads, looking for the excitement that came from these fantasies. I had discovered a local M2M chat room and would chat with guys, telling them my fantasies. Most were either looking for the same thing or didn't want to waste time chatting once they knew I was scared to actually try anything.

He questioned and I nodded violently. He pulled the vibrator away and I let out a shaky sob as I collapsed against the floor, my body trembling from being edged and overstimulated. “I don't like condoms.” He muttered and I chuckled, propping myself up to my knees again. “I hate them too. Just fuck me raw.” I whispered and he placed soft kisses on my ass cheeks while I wiggled on his face. I felt the tip of his cock rub against my wet pussy and I moaned just from the feeling as he hissed in pleasure.

"You taste so sweet, baby. So fucking sweet." She reached for him and pulled his exhausted body down beside her. He collapsed onto the bed, his energy completely spent. The air was thick with the scent of their sex. It was a permanent testament to the boundary they had not just crossed. There was no going back. The game was over, and they had both lost and won everything in a single, life-altering night. From that day, they began to have sex like rabbits. ... . . (A Few Days Later) . . .

She kissed down my neck, biting gently, then sucked one of my hard nipples into her mouth. I reached for her desperately, sliding my hand under her shirt and into her panties. She was soaked too. I rubbed her swollen clit before pushing two fingers inside her tight, velvety heat. Sophie gasped, grinding down on my hand as we fingered each other in perfect rhythm. “Yes… just like that,” she moaned, thrusting against my fingers while hers drove deeper into me. Our bodies moved together, breasts pressing, mouths crashing in messy kisses. The room filled with the lewd sounds of our fingers plunging in and out, our shared moans growing louder.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

"I grabbed my coffee cup, draining it despite the fact that it was still too hot, needing something to do with my hands before I reached for him. Under the blanket Maya's mom had draped over the couch, Derek's hand found my thigh. His touch was light, teasing, inching higher with agonizing slowness. I shot him a warning look, but he just smiled, perfectly composed, engaging in conversation with his father about some tech startup while his fingers crept higher and higher up my leg. When his fingers brushed against my panties—still soaked, still aching—I nearly dropped my coffee cup. "You okay, Sienna?" Mr. Morrison asked. "Fine!" I squeaked. "Just—hot coffee. "Derek's fingers pressed against

I felt a rush of liquid heat flood out of me, soaking his cock, dripping down his balls. It felt like a faucet had been turned on inside me, a continuous, uncontrollable stream that made the slide of his dick impossibly wet and loud. I couldn't see it, but I felt the hot, slick mess spreading instantly, coating us both, making the room smell more like sex. Aaron's hips stilled, but his dick throbbed, pulsing against my clenching walls. He collapsed forward, his chest crushing my breasts, his weight pinning me to the mattress.

She takes my member in her hand and caresses it slowly: - I didn’t know you were this big; you never let me touch you. She kisses my sex and starts sucking me. Damn, it feels so good! After five minutes, I climax for the first time in my life; oh, it's incredible. I grab a condom to protect myself before she positions herself on me; she slowly engulfs me, making me moan with impatience. Then she starts pumping me frantically.